As my birthday gets closer and closer, I continue to ask myself over and over this question, "Is this the year I officially become an Old Maid school teacher?" On the sitcom Sex in the City, Charlotte became worried that she has become an old maid on her thirty-sixth birthday, and I am turning fifty-four!
What is an old maid? During the Elizabethan era the term old maid referred to a woman or girl of marriageable age who is unwilling or unable to marry and has no children. In the encyclopedia it states, "old maid is sometimes considered an insulting term". Sometimes? Really, does anyone want to be called an "old maid"? Why are childless unmarriageable women called old maids, but childless unmarriageable men are called bachelors? This is the ultimate example of the term double standard. Unmarried childless men have the right to a degrading term. I am thinking maybe . . . . . "old bastards"!
When the term "old maid" is thrown out there what image comes to mind? Is it that scrawny, wrinkled, glasses on the end of the nose, old lady in the card game? Yep, me too!
It is time to face reality. I fit the criteria:
- I am unmarried. I never ever thought I would be married. There aren't too many men out there that would want to commit to someone with as much baggage as I carry around. When I was young and hanging out in country western bars I never expected a tight jeaned, handsome cowboy to walk in and say to his friends, "Out of the way, boys, the chunky one in the wheelchair with a great smile is mine!"
- I have no children. I have never longed to have children. I like children, but I like them the best when they belong to someone else.
- I am wrinkled. Word of warning: Don't drink out of a straw. It is the quickest route to those wrinkles around your lips. I, also, have those horrible school-teacher-glare-at-kids wrinkles between my eyebrows.
- I wear bifocals. I cannot see anything without my glasses. I used to wear contacts, but I always misplace my reading glasses (which I wore on the end of my nose) so I accepted my fate and bought bifocals which I feel is the symbol of old age.
- I am old. I can't see. I have wrinkles in place I didn't know one could get wrinkles. Gravity has caused everything to go south. I can no longer eat spicy food.
Paco's Perspective
Hey, Speenster, how old are you in dog years?
The Flip Side
I'm not old. Teach me some tricks.
Hey, Speenster, how old are you in dog years?
The Flip Side
I'm not old. Teach me some tricks.
To improve my chances of not getting arrested for disorderly conduct on Elvis Presley's birthday, let me tell you now... Happy Early Birthday. You have a lot to be proud of and to celebrate.
ReplyDeleteHusbands and kids...so what? But SPICY FOOD??? Oh, no, that breaks my enchilada-lovin' heart.
ReplyDeleteDid Michelle B. ever tell you that on her Jamaican wedding license she is listed as "Spinster Teacher"? On a permanant document of record, no less! LOL :)
A funny thing - I was researching a retirement community for a volunteer at work the other day. It sounded amazing to me: sewing classes, the option of cooking your own meal or eating with others, socializing, crochet club, game rooms with puzzles and Scrabble! To me, it represents a total sense of community with people who enjoy the same activities. I told my mom about it. She pointed lasers through her eyes and exclaimed, "that OLD LADY needs to GET OUT of my daughter!". She may call you to assist in staging some sort of exorcism. ;)
ReplyDeleteRemember when we polka dotted your portable classroom for your birthday?....anyway....I hear that Joe may become single soon.......big deal!
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