Today is
my Mom’s birthday and she’s not happy about it. How can she be? She (and she is
not alone in this) has succumbed to the constant subliminal and overt cultural
messages that discount the value of older people in general and older women
specifically.
We’re
finding ways for people to live longer, but not better; unless they can afford
it. What’s the co-pay on an extra decade? Makeup, cosmetic surgery, teeth
whitening strips... at what age do you get to just be happy with yourself and
not be a project to be fixed? Does the scaffolding ever get taken down?
We praise
people for aging gracefully, which is code for growing older without showing it.
This makes every gray hair, wrinkle, and joint pain an indictment and somehow a
personal failing.
Act your
age, unless you’re over 40 and then the race is on to act younger then you ever
were.
I wish I
could talk my Mom out of her birthday blues, but I get it. If you’ve battled
racism and sexism, then ageism can feel like the sucker punch you didn’t see
coming.
And we’re
both old enough to know that the Pollyanna platitudes don’t cut it: blah, blah,
blah, god’s plan... blah, blah, blah you’re lucky... blah, blah, blah at least
you have... These statements minimize someone’s feelings, adding insult to
injury.
So, no
presents this year. The one thing she asked for I can’t give her. She said, “I
wish I could be me all over again.” Ice cream cake, balloons, and a nice dinner
will have to suffice.
The Urban Erma, the longest running column on StageTimeMagazine.com, was created and written by stand-up comedian Leighann Lord. Listen to the podcast on iTunes and Stitcher Radio. Get her e-books on AMAZON!
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