HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY!
How? Simone de Beauvoir, we are not born women, we become women. So time is a powerful ally. The skin sprouts, but the mind confirms. It will be? Wrinkles abound here and judgment still wanders, but yes, I am a grown woman infinitely happier than I was in my 20s.
I have never believed in easy promises. Thus, going through harassment, verbal and sexual cruelty, misogyny and all kinds of curses, screams and whispers, he prepared the skin of the tambourine. And I am fully reaching 60. Of course, all I can think about is the scalpel that will snap my neck, retirement that will free me from BRT and more public I want to fatten my pig, but my best gift today is inner peace.
We know that Brazil is a master of gross violence towards us. In addition to known attacks, we are still bombarded with technology that stalks us as easy prey. And there is every macabre novelty….. But today I want to celebrate. Here we are, the gray Balzacs, those over 50, bolder and bolder. We have a voice, we have an attitude, we have a chest. We’re doing the bra revolution, version 6.0.
In fact, we don’t even wear bras anymore. we are news hypogaswhich we drink at the school forever Rita Lee, with its lysergic yet firm commentary on aging. Men, money, luxury…we want it. But above all, we want ourselves. Being alone in my pajamas watching Netflix. Refuse to leave for the sake of leaving. Join Tinder and date multiples. Live on a farm and never drive again. Do Egyptian and ditch the rules. We are the real phoenixes. We used to be everything and now we just want to be ourselves. Such a mature woman. My kiss today is for you. Let’s celebrate with lots of green juice, champagne or cashews. Campari, no way.