I received a free copy of the guide above. It’s laugh-out-loud funny in parts of the book.
The We Do Not Care Club has gotten over caring about the inequities of the changes you experience as a woman getting older.
Like the sudden muffin top. Just put on a tee shirt or blouse that covers the side of your waist bulging over your jeans. Wear a cropped top to your heart’s content when you’re home and no one’s around.
Post-40 we have the right to get out of bed at 1:00 a.m., turn on Netflix, and watch old Seinfeld episodes until the rooster crows. The iconic New York City laugh-a-minute sitcom is the cure for whatever ailment has come on.
The ideal issue to not care about is throwing money at conveniences like a housecleaner or a meal delivery service.. If you can afford to spring for these things when you’re 50 I say: Just Do It.
You can join a real We Do Not Care Club in your area or online devoted to a specific hot-mess dilemma.
Perhaps the liberating effect of not caring is the ultimate rebellion against the patriarchal-induced shame women all too often follow lockstep into having.
After reading the guide I was ready to kick ass.
As it’s nobody’s business but yours and mine how we choose to live our lives when we’re in perimenopause, menopause, and beyond.
Perhaps us Generation X girls paved the way for others to rock the world on fire with their confidence.
We Do Not Care. End of Story.
Others should not care that we do not care.
Coming together to laugh and cry over what we’re experiencing surely is the remedy for believing the lies that we’re over the hill and have an expiration date for vitality.
In the end though I do care about having vitality in the face of my body and all its parts veering east west and south.
I hope you will join the sisters in the We Do Not Care Club. Even if you don’t identify as a woman surely you have things not to care about either when you’re getting older.
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