Life, humor me!

There’s a peculiar phenomenon plaguing the world today, and no, it’s not TikTok dances or oat milk recipe shortages in YouTube…. It’s the  affirmation thirst  of talented, beautiful women over 40! You’d think a woman with two degrees, a successful career, three Pilates certifications, and a skincare routine that could resurrect Tutankhamun would be floating on a cloud of serene self-confidence. But no. One missed “You look amazing!” from regular folks (let alone some important) and suddenly she’s spiral-texting her group chat like it's a national emergency or can make her sulk half day even if she the reserved and composed kind. These women have climbed the corporate ladder in heels, raised humans (and sometimes husbands), written novels, run marathons, and lived through the era of low-rise jeans and women liberation March. And yet… a random gentleman at Spencer’s grocery or a shopping mall telling her “Wow, nice dress” gives her a dopamine hit stronger than a double espre...

Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away (okay, suburban Target), lived a mighty woman of 43. She had battled the dragons of PTA meetings, survived the perilous Quest for Matching Tupperware Lids, and emerged victorious from the War of Teenager Eye Rolls. But now… she dreamed of more. Her fantasy? Oh, it wasn’t gold or gallant knights. It was silence… in a somewhere exotic or luxurious, if can be… Not the ominous silencing of “Mom, don’t come in here!” but the sacred hush of a solo weekend at a hotel wearing satin kaftan and super comfortable clogs where nobody needs anything, and the only thing she’s responsible for is choosing between room service beef Bourguignon and some choice of French wine and from comforting self deep-tissue-massager to the luxuries of a full body hot oil massage and spa. In her wildest dreams, she commands the magical *Remote of Power*, which pauses conversations, skips commercials, and—behold!—automatically translates mumbling husbands, gossiping nei...