I was reading a post recently on Dirty In Public called Do Women Expire? Finally, I’ve found a blog with more edge and cynicism than my own—and it’s from a male perspective. I’m so relieved. I didn’t want to be labeled as some cynical, single bitch hovering dangerously close to 40 who has to take out her life's misfortunes on men. That's not at all who I am. I am happy, sexual, confident, and have very few regrets. I am woman, hear me roar—but I am not and never will be a cougar.
The article Do Women Expire exemplifies the chauvinistic male opinion of women and age that runs rampant in today’s society. First, women wanted equality. We wanted to burn our bras and get into the work force. Now, some of us are not sure what we want as we realize Cosmo sold us a false bill of goods. We can not have it all—the kids, the house in the suburbs, the loving husband, the supermodel body and the amazing career, but somehow it’s still expected of us.