By now, you know my age. There is exactly one month left until my 40th birthday. One Month! About a year ago I started to think about 40 as being “mid-life.” What I mean is that about half of the women in America will be younger than me and the other half, older. Statistically, I passed that point about 5 months ago, but who’s counting.
Being in the middle, I have friend of all ages. Regardless of the age group, all women I spend time with seem to have some sort of mysterious and unspoken bond. Sort of like, I know you’re secret and it’s safe with me.
What’s the secret? I want to know. Don’t you?
Where better to turn for advice on American women than (cue the drum roll, please…da-da-da-da-da-da-dum!)….Cosmo. After all, this month’s issue proudly states that “Cosmopolitan is the lifestylist for millions of fun fearless females who want to be the best they can be in every area of their lives….”
I don’t read Cosmo, but since I am feeling fun and fearless, I decided to give it a shot. There’s gotta be some unspoken secret that’s bonding American women together, from the very young to the most wise, including ladies as old as my grandma. This month’s issue didn’t do much to help. I looked up the headlines. My grandma wouldn’t be interested in:
- Having a sexy hair day.
- Breaking a toxic love pattern,
- Where all the hot single men are, or
- Non-bitchy ways to say no.
I dare not give a copy to Grandma – she’d be shocked…or, perhaps she’d show up to the next family dinner with seductive, smudge proof eyes.
Cosmo has been around since 1886, so Grandma must have seen it on the shelves in her younger days. What did it say back then? I had to know. Probably no articles on implants, self tanning cream, or how to fight cellulite. After some research, I found a 1921 Comso article called The Trouble with American Women. What it said amazed me…
This is the age of the body. All interests are centered around the body, its wants, its feelings, its preservation, its covering, its emotions. No one is interested in the spirit at all.
The 1920s were a period of great dissatisfaction and unrest. I think American women are coming to another age of unrest. At least it seems to be so in conversations I have with my friends. After more than 90 years, isn’t it about time we start focusing on the spirit again? The real us that Cosmo can’t cover with clothes and cosmetics. After pondering this for a while, it might just be the unspoken secret among women – we know that our spirits are hidden under many layers, and they’re ready to come out.
Are you hiding your true spirit? Has it changed as you’ve aged, or stayed the same?
This weekend, do something to show your spirit to the world.