March 31, 2016 by Katia
March is the month when we celebrate International Women’s Day. It is also the month when we celebrate finally catching up with the age our children always thought we were – old, but that one’s more of a personal milestone.
I’ve only been doing forty for a couple of weeks but I am VAAARY excited about this because according to popular belief and the “Fabulous at Forty” t-shirt that Facebook’s been trying to sell me ever since I was only thirty nine, I’m blossoming into a bunch of new adjectives like wise, assertive and elegant. I am eagerly awaiting the biological transformation of the mush known as my sleep deprived brain into an instrument channeling wisdom. I cannot wait to start speaking in quotes forcing even my fiercest opposition to listen, mouths agape, as I branch out from topics like listening, flushing, turning the TV off and wearing socks and tackle the hashtag-worthy.
I cannot wait for my recessive elegance gene to find its voice and start speaking to the world in nonchalantly draped (tossed?) scarves and meticulously paired jewelry/outfit ensembles (I do intend to start using the word “ensemble” more frequently).
You may notice that I’ve skipped assertiveness. I’m not AS educated on that category and am not exactly sure how the process will transpire, and whether any donors will be involved, so I’m just stepping aside and letting fabulous forty fabulous forty.
By this point you can already tell that the whole physical/behavioural part of my transition is really coming together. I’ve developed an age appropriate femme fatale laughter (affectionately referred to by my six year-old as “creepy”) which would only further enhance your impression. I hear that in addition to the cognitive and physical appearance upgrade that awaits me there will also be some psychological shifts taking place. I will stop with all the juvenile nonsense that characterized my earlier life (think: caring and trying) and replace that with healthier behaviours and thought patterns like not caring and not trying. The caring switch (I’m told) is off (any time now)!
I know that science is science and you don’t mess with that, so like I said I’m letting age do its thing, but while that’s happening I’m going to sit back and do what I do best (by “sit back” I mean “sit down” and by “what I do best” I mean “watch Netflix”) and hope that some of the magic rubs off on me:
I will never be as unapologetic as Jeannie, but I will strive to apologize and justify less.
My style aspiration can best be described as a cross between Claire Underwood’s sophisticated elegance and Mindy Lahiri’s lack thereof. Shudder and fist bump. I will accept that clothes – whether clean-lined and stern or loud and colourful – make me happy and there is nothing wrong with that.
I will do as Annalise Keating says.
I will remind myself that I am not defined by other people’s notions of me.
Meet Sarah Linden from The Killing. Emotional range stretches from intense to also intense. I do not identify with Linden’s pathological immersion in her work life nor the other aspects of her character but I couldn’t not include her here since I consider The Killing (its first season, at least) to be the best show on Netflix Canada. I know that many of you are not in Canada, but I hear you might be coming (wink, wink). The next time you’re stuck consider these shows, they’re some of my favourite ones, and don’t forget to tell me what you think.
P.S. When life gives you lemons and you’re feeling BLAH, pretend that you’re Donna.
This was a Netflix Stream Team post. What are you watching on Netflix right now and what should I watch next?