Is 40 the new 39?
I read in Grazia that Jo Whiley is the coolest 41-year-old in Britain. This is extremely good news for anyone who is 39 and two-thirds. Firstly, because it proves it is possible to be over 40 and cool, and secondly, because she offers a reprieve from the sensible-dressing propaganda (calf-length bias-cut with American tan tights) peddled by those fashion Nazis at the Daily Mail.
For a while I’ve been toying with a book proposal which would be called How to Turn 40: A Girl’s Guide to Meeting the Ultimate Challenge. But maybe I’m on the wrong track. Maybe the best way to deal with 40 is to
pretend it’s not happening.
SHE’S GOTTA HAVE IT
Perhaps turning 40 isn’t so much like stepping off the edge of a precipice as falling off a log. After all, when Saga magazine puts a well-renowned hottie like Bruce Willis on the cover (c’mon, don’t pretend a bit of rough doesn’t do it for you) one is forced to reorganise one’s parameters of attractive maturity.
My only regret? I should have spent the last 10 years lying about my age.
SHE’S GOTTA HAVE IT
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