Desperately Seeking… Compliments?

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 espresso martini.

Now, how do men view this behavior? In short: with a cocktail of confusion, awe, and a little bit of fear. One minute she’s negotiating international contracts, the next she’s pouting because the office socialists from accounting didn’t heart her Instagram selfie. Men don’t understand it — she’s amazing, they think. Why does she need their validation? Most men still use 3-in-1 shampoo and call that self-care… so how would they even have the grey matters to justify it, and if they can’t reason it it’s too much thinking effort for them, duh!

Here’s the truth: such female are not in desperation. It’s a quirky side effect of being fabulous for decades and realizing that society tends look past women after a certain age… unless they're holding a pie or a baby.

So ladies, if you're fishing for compliments at 40+ 50+ or even 60+, just own it. You’re not needy — you're a masterpiece who occasionally wants the museum visitors to say so.

And guys, next time you see her walk in like a boss, say it out loud: “Damn, you still rock it.”

Because she does.


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