Sic Transit GloriaWritten by Catherine Rankovic
I have learned that a middle-aged female no matter how distinguished isn't granted that halo of success and prominence the younger are sure that they will have when they reach middle age. Rather, the middle-aged female is a nonentity. The goosey voices of her kind get tuned out. People remark only on the way she dresses: a too-exotic scarf, a funereal black suit, maybe boots (groan), or microfiber flats that too clearly accommodate her bunions or bunionettes. But the clothes might as well be empty. She is an embarrassment; it is feared that her nothingness is contagious. That she might have accomplished notable things doesn't matter. Her fee might be twice what you make in a month. She might even be Secretary of State. But no halo.
It's a gleaming platinum halo; I have seen it around others, around the young, gifted, royal, and hopeful.
I wear it in my hair.
Writer, with 30+ years' writing and publishing experience, 20+ years' teaching experience. Last book read: Mrs. Lincoln by Catherine Clinton.
Latest from Catherine Rankovic
Tuesday, 11 October 2011 17:36
You were breaking my heart right until the end.
Thank God for the end.
Leave a comment
Make sure you enter the (*) required information where indicated.
Basic HTML code is allowed.