But Would The Splinters Be Worth It?

Ever since I turned 40, I’ve felt this sense of sisterhood with all the middle-aged women that came before me. It was more than a milestone. It was like a giant invisible door opened. A membership with no card.

I woke up one day and could suddenly raise my eyebrows in a way I couldn’t before. I could suddenly wink without all the straining and coordination that it used to involve. I had a new aspiration to become a minx. To become the kind of woman the ancient nuns in my elementary school warned me about. A middle-aged woman whose bookshelves were filled with smut. The kind of woman that made idols out of Nicolette Sheridan’s Edie Britt, Kim Cattrall’s Samantha, and Diane Lane’s Connie during that Unfaithful ride home on the Metro North.