Happiness. It's relative.

It’s a double whammy. Being old – as in significantly old – and being a woman. You might as well have the word irrelevant tattooed across your forehead. Don’t pay any attention to me, your face says. I might have been smart as a whip at one time but now I’m thin and intellectually wispy, a doily of a person.
I push against this in the work I do for free. I show up and speak up. I represent. Sometimes, I wear this shirt. I really do. Even though it’s a tad too small and I feel pretty busty in it. But people who can’t handle a 75-year-old woman in a tight t-shirt can, well.
There is a risk of becoming a caricature, a person who is so unwilling to adjust to the forces of history that they become cartoonish in their tiny shows of resistance. A t-shirt. For heaven’s sake. That’s my emblem.
Oh well.
I have other t-shirts with somewhat belligerent sayings, but I like this one best. It speaks the truth.
YES!!!
Love this shirt and all it represents
Delightful shirt! I overheard two young men complaining about a girl’s hormones. I smiled at them and said, “Did you know that after menopause, men have more hormones than women, including more estrogen? Women’s hormones stop, but estrogen is a byproduct of testosterone. You will have your turn to be hormonal.” They looked horrified and escaped. Heh, heh, heh.
That shirt is one of my favorites. I like the concept of speaking bluntly without saying a word.
I comfort myself with the thought that her ‘Little-old-lady-ness’ was Miss Marple’s superpower, she took her assumed irrelevance and ran with it! 🙂