After several of my friends shared their woeful tales of cheating husbands with younger women it angered me into writing this.
Webster defines ‘elegance’ as: ’ dignified gracefulness or restrained beauty of style; polish; scientific precision, neatness, and simplicity; of a high grade or quality; splendid.
In my estimation these adjectives describe all of us “golden girls” and we were bestowed these attributes/gifts by a far greater being of higher stature than we can even begin to imagine and single out amongst the mass of female humanity because He/She knew we were unique and would contribute to ‘mankind’ not only these virtues but also the most importahnt one we we were given — intelligence. Intelligence gave us the insight of the ‘gifts’ we possess — the wisdom (another virtue through age) — the knowledge to allow us to bestow upon everyone that came into our lives how to make lesser human beings feel loved, wanted, happy, comfortable and fill their miserable existences with laughter - and through the years - we refined our great talents - honed them, and chiseled the exquisite marble of virtues with primitive weapons created by us, using them to our advantage on the stepping stones through life that opened doors to attain what we have and are today — women of distinction, passion, glory, personality and adoration amongst younger women that do not possess or can even imagine to possess these magnificent qualities that were inbred in us and heightened through years of living, loving, learning and suffering — and it takes a “real” man to notice and appreciate us if they can only learn to think with their pea brains and not their pea-sized…… This is what makes us stand out. That is what makes us “real” women. That is what makes us — us. And my definition of growing old, unlike Shakespeare’s, is not that we are fine wine getting better with age – oh no, we are like raw silk, woven from the cocoons of neophytes and transforming into beautiful, durable, long-lasting, wash ‘n wear material that will outlast any synthetic fabric (e.g., Brittney Spears, etc.) that the hollow minds of men can only endure for the moment.