Comedy club? Leave me out!
Looks really don’t matter at last. People talk to me as a human being, instead of ignoring me for not being pretty or flirtatious enough.
Being female is an advantage for the first time in my life.
I can be as clever as I like and nobody notices or cares.
I don’t have to believe the “latest theory” because I know there’ll be another one along in a minute (especially if educational, psychological, managerial, organisational).
I don’t have to learn how to do young people’s dancing. And anyway it starts to look absurd when you hit 30.
I can be gracious and condescending. Nobody expects me to be hard or mouthy.
Nobody expects me to do a bungee jump.
I can go to a film matinee alone. And probably to a pub to watch the sport on telly.
I don’t have to go to comedy clubs.
I can wind up my friends when they wail that there wasn’t all this innovation when they were young and we’re all going to hell in a handcart by pointing out that people have said this every year for the past 5,000 years.
And nobody bullies me to give dinner parties!
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