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240 pages, Hardcover
Published November 8, 2022
So . . . is a Broad:
Feisty? You bet.
Fun? You bet.
Gutsy? You bet.
Incisive? You bet.
Original? You bet.
Even off color? You bet.
Call me a Broad? Please!
Call you a Broad? Consider this your invitation to join the club!
• You don’t have to retire from fashionable, appealing, or even sexy apparel because you’re over sixty. Beware: if you do, you’ll be asking for a pitying look, slower service, and never a “Good to see you.”
• You can gift your near and dear (especially the younger generation) with your wisdom. You may have to adjust the language you use by sprinkling in some digital mentions, hip phrases, or references to popular phone apps, but speak from the experience you’ve gained.
• Despite my stupidity in evoking the injury, I grant that I had some advantages in this situation: a hospital where I’d been on staff that gave me preferred status to receive an early surgery; a nursing and technical staff that handled one of their own with kid gloves; immediate attention; my choice of surgeon; and a private room.
• There are no worries about unplanned pregnancies. Therefore, there’s no need for condoms or other forms of birth control that may interfere with spontaneity and thought-free enjoyment. However, be sure to have a conversation about any positive (or for that matter, negative) experiences with STDs.
• I can think of numerous ways to resolve situations where the family says, “We don’t want you to,” when you want to. Take, for example, driving a car at an advanced age. You can either prepare for hostility and say, “It’s my car, and I will be its driver,” or take a more accommodating approach: “I have noticed some dings recently, so perhaps somebody should be my copilot.” You could also offer to take a new driver’s test, which should include a test of your vision. It’s bending over backward, but if that’s your relationship with your family, it certainly is a goody-two-shoes solution.
I tell my dates, “I will Zoom date you, but I’m not gonna sleep with you. Not because you’re not cute, but because the idea of having to smell someone else in my bed — it can’t play.” That’s just me, and I’m consistent.
Stop trying to be cute and courageous. It’s time to tell the damn doctor what he or she needs to know. Okay? You’re too old to be futzing around holding things back. Tell them what they need to know — it will make your life easier.
Let me take advantage of the things I’m good at
but minimize frustration at those I’m not.
Let me conquer short-term memory loss with the
practical means of using lists.
Let me convince those who care for me that there
are many things I can do safely, without help.
Let me remember and celebrate my experience and wisdom
purchased at the price of age.
Let me try the new, assuming it is interesting and physically within my ability.
Let me share my knowledge with my near and dear in quiet moments.
And last, I suppose, let me wake to the new day.
And so, lay down to sleep.
WHOOPI’S TWO CENTS
Please, God, let me wake up tomorrow. Amen.
"At times you will find yourself in a 'thank you-no' position with respect to over–zealous, or over-solicitous help—particularly when it comes to the physical things that you really can
accomplish for yourself without trouble or hazard. Be sure in these moments to offer a big thank 'YOU, NO' to the takeover attempt."