THIS is sassy!

This is exactly the kind of 94 year old I want to be.

Ignore the fact it is a car commercial. I clearly don’t get paid sponsorship money. It is the fact that this lady, quite simply, kicks ass:

I am just so sick of seeing plastic 20 year old models telling me what is en vogue, the right thing to say, eat, do or put on my face.

Who are you “duck-face” pouting to down the lense you Gigi, Bella and Kendall wannabes? If it is for the guy that likes it, I would wager 10 Great British Pounds that when the pout deflates and the backside inflates, he will be on to the next bright young thing. For like a flower, your beauty is merely fleeting. Your style, charisma and intellect on the other hand will continue to grow. So cultivate it, and ditch the loser.

I don’t mean to generalise. I am fortunate enough to have some very strong, sassy and intelligent young women in my life – yes, you Amy, Hattie, Lauren, Alex, Phoebe, Jane, Lydia, Mia, Sam (https://dictionarydutch.wordpress.com) and Celleste. Your zest, power and intellect “wow” me quite regularly.  But I need to generalise here. You are exceptions. So bear with me….

This, right now – 2016 – is surely prime time for women who have lived?

Women who have stories to tell.

Who have fought for a right to be heard over the years.

Come out the other side balanced and more articulate.

Women who have principles.

Who forgive and don’t bear a grudge.

Women who respect their bodies – eat well, keep in shape. Take pride in their appearance and intellect.

Have honed their professions / raisin d’etre.

Women who have lived. Who support other women.

Laughed until they have cried, countless times.

Just like there has / will be an inevitable backlash against brain dead reality tv, there must surely be a backlash against the dull; self obsessed young clones that society is churning out?

Are we experiencing it right now?

I am not a bitter old lady who is anti-youth.

On the contrary, I appreciate your charms and wide eyed innocence. You remind me of me.  You keep me young. I look at your fashion and adapt it (just make it more age appropriate). I love your music. The stories I overhear in the street are versions of my stories.

But I want you to respect me.

And my mother.

And my grandmother.

Woman to woman.

Because we are all beautiful.

And by the time I reach 94 years old, I will surely have 94% of it sussed?