I’m on the later side of 20. I’m still young. But I’m starting to realize I won’t be forever. I’m getting grey hairs. Wrinkles. And even though I’ve never considered myself vain, it started to scare me.
Because really any woman can tell you, society is fucking EAGER to tell you what an atrocity an older woman is. And sadly, older women, women who should be role models, tend to further this narrative even more. Asking a woman her age is treated like a sin. We treat getting carded at the liquor store like a tragedy. Any woman on her birthday will joke that she’s “turning 29 again”. After years and years the message gets pretty clear. A woman becoming old is shameful and sad.
So it started to get to me. Before my beau and I went to see Mad Max, I was honestly venting about how disappointed I was in myself for fearing aging, but how I felt like I was becoming more irrelevant by the day. After all, there’s no stories for old women. No role models.
THEN I SAW THESE BAD BITCHES.
GUYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THESE OLD BIRDS MEAN TO ME.
Because HOLY SHIT.
Old Women who look badass.
Old Women who are important.
Old Women who are not a joke.
Old Women who are fighters.
Old Women who are survivors.
Old Women who keep old knowledge alive.
Old Women who protect other women.
Old Women who are respected.
OLD WOMEN
OLD WOMEN
OLD WOMEN
We have so much representation for young, beautiful women kicking ass. Even so much representation of tired old men kicking ass. But to see a grizzled, leathery, tough, wise old woman on screen, as a hero? As a role model?
Mad Max was an absolute masterpiece, but that was the part that made me want to weep with joy the most.
they were very important to me too. VUVALINI ROCK!
