How to Age Disgracefully

by Clare Pooley

“Where’s the fun in aging gracefully?” said Daphne. “Personally, I intend to age as disgracefully as possible.”

She appeared to have jumped out of the frying pan of sexism and into the fire of ageism. The final frontier of isms.

The strange thing about reaching your fifties is that, although your outsides might be gradually falling apart, on the inside you don’t feel any different from the way you did in your twenties. I still don’t feel like a “proper adult,” and I don’t expect that I will at seventy, either.