I am of a certain age and I am approaching invisible. I am in the second act of life.
It is a long way from the first act. Youthful and glowing and careless. The first act got me noticed, but not always for the right things.
This second act is limbo. I am not young, I am not old. Sometimes men on the street smile. Older women always do. Kids bump into me. Most everyone calls me ma'am.
It is the sales girls who don't see me anymore. Unless I am silly enough to cut through Neiman Marcus on my way to the street. Then I am preyed upon like a young gazelle. But that is a whole different world.
The young sales girls in the funkier shops rarely give me a second glance. I am still hip and funky in my own head. True, I'm wearing yoga pants and an old sweater, but I still need/want/desire the overpriced beauty products and pretty things they are selling. I wonder why they think I don't still need/want/desire the same stuff in the second act. I'm quite sure I will need/want/desire the same pretty things in the third act as well.
I am not mourning my youth, I am examining my middle age. It is the state of being neither here nor there. I fit in the junior department sizes but I cannot wear the fashions. When I swerve toward my daughter's department she reminds me with a clear command to "Step away from the junior department, Mom."
The fashions that are geared to women of a certain age are frumpy and dowdy. They don't know me. They don't know me at all. I tell myself, "Step away from the women's department, Joan." Yoga pants and sweaters are my reluctant fashion choice. It is my middle- aged uniform.
The bus driver on my morning commute has not offered me the senior citizen discount which I take as a good sign. But he does not joke and say he missed me when I didn't ride his bus for a week. He asks the young girls where they have been when they miss a day on his route. It's OK. I'm not looking for male attention. I'm just noticing how it isn't there anymore.
I have worn sensible shoes all winter. I feel short and sexless in them. There is something about the shoes I wore in the first act that added some much- needed confidence. My mother preached sensible shoes and here I am for the first time listening to her. My mother accepted invisible. I apparently do not.
I am not writing about sex or men or even attractiveness. I am simply pondering the second act. The potential it has to send me on the way to a place called Invisible.
The funny thing about the second act is that I forget I am in it most of the time. It takes an unacknowledged jostle on the sidewalk or a salesgirl's slight to remind me.
Maybe this second act is the act where women stop being seen and start being heard. I am going to give this some serious thought. And get myself some not so serious shoes.


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I say, if you want to wear clothes from the junior department, go ahead. If you want to wear nonsensible shoes, who's stopping you other than your own voice in your head?
Take the advice i give in my own letter to myself "Fuck'em and feed'em fish guts", do what you want, and what makes you happy. It's one thing to be invisible to others, the last thing you want is to become invisible or unrecognizeable to yourself
@Placebo, first of all I did not expect one man to respond to this and I see there are two. Second, you are awfully smart. The second act *is* crucial. Well said. I'm going over to your post now.
@CrazeCzar, I am so happy for another man's point of view.(Placebo weighed in above your comment.) I clearly saw this as a woman's issue. How very enlightening to read your comment. Thanks so much.
@Rita, I agree. Better to just admit and yes, move on rather than deny it.
@Dirndl,I see a shopping trip in our future. You, Scarlett and me so far. Funny, I pictured you more as the ballerina skirt type.
Thanks for writing. R
You are right. Stop worrying about being seen and concentrate on being heard. I find wearing red most of the time helps with the invisibility, especially when complimented by silver hair:)
I am very glad I was never excessively visible in my youth, always more confident about my brains than my appearance.
This is exactly how I feel right now. And just like you, I'd rather be listened than looked at, because to be looked at could be to be looked down upon. You are so wise, my dear, so wise, and you write beautifully.
There is a terribly dirty saying in my country, "Gallina vieja da buen caldo." Literally translated it means the old chicken gives good broth. What it refers to is that while a woman might not be young, she is experienced and knows how to do things, while a spring chicken is just that, young and igorant. (I told you it is terribly dirty and sexist.) But, there is a grain of truth in there.
I, for one, feel like I am in the best time of my life. Long live the gray chicks!
But I hear you that the matter is acute, or at least resonates in a particular way, for a woman. This is one case, I think, where the advice "Do not go gentle into that good night" is good. (Though I'd leave out the raging part.) I'm sure there are ways to express your still considerable vitality!
My daughters (24 and 25), steer me into the junior department. They tell me "Mom, just because you are forty four, and you are a grandma. Doesn't mean you have to look like one." They tell me "Wear something, beautiful, sexy, something that makes you not only look good, but makes you feel good inside, and also something that shows your confidence. Because you never know who you might meet in the produce department."
I think they listened to their mother a little too much, but you know I have to tell you it does work. So I would have to tell you, go to the juniors department, find yourself a style all your own. Something beautiful, sexy, and something that shows confidence. Even wearing sexy under your everyday clothes, makes you feel good about yourself, inside and outside.
So just because you are in act 2 of life, doesn't mean you can't look great, feel great, and enjoy life.
Wonderful, and touching piece, and enjoyable to read. Touched home a lot..
Good luck and keep SMILE. (It increases your face value)
R
The other thing that started to happen came from waitresses that would take my wife's order and walk off without taking mine like I wasn't there. It took me awhile to realize that my wife was now having so much trouble making up her mind and getting incredibly picky that if I were waiting on her I'd have told her to make her own.
The wait staff was actually being overloaded by her ordering process.
Joan: You will never be invisible to me. r.
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People constantly say "hi how are you " to me just walking anywhere and I get smiled at constantly. I thought I was going crazy but there have been witnesses.
This has only started happening in the last ten years or so and I marvel at it because it is due to no real effort on my part and I don't know what is happening. Maybe, I have some open very friendly face. But, I was better looking at 30 and 20 and got a tenth less of the attention . Strange. Too much about me this comment but I'm just hoping this adds a different angle to what you are musing about.
Another great post, Joan.
R
I have a habit of wearing mostly capri pants which makes me look pretty juvenile and is incongruous with the gray hair, but makes me feel tall.
:)
Every so often, I will be in the checkout line at the supermarket, and I will look up and lock eyes with another women my age, and maybe I imagine it, but it can feel like we exchange a twinkle, a spark of knowing that we are both extraordinary women in now ordinary bodies, undercover. I'll be looking for you Joan H.!
I wear what I want, on a good day I can still turn heads, if not with my looks, then with my laugh. So I say go forward wear what you want, smile and keep an image in your head of about 25 years of age. It works for me.
Great self introspection!!!
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@Redstocking Grandma, I like the way you think!
@v., there is a grain of truth in every dirty saying! Thanks so much.
@AHP, thanks for commenting. And don't worry. I'm not going gently *anywhere.*
@fireeyes24, my daughter is horrified when i get anywhere near the junior dept. She likes the term"Age appropriate." Who does she think she is? Anna Wintour?
@WAH, thank you for reading and understanding. Julia Roberts! good analogy!
@ainthatamerica, I was always under the impression that men do not feel that invisible feeling women do. I stand corrected and I am really not usually so narrow minded, but... I had no idea.
@sweetfeet, yes. We *are* the ones with the money. Well, at least more than the teenagers...
@Dirndl, "disrespected, discarded, discounted." Oh, perfect words to describe this feeling.
@wschanz, thanks for stopping by. "Pops?" That would get me madder than "elderly" even.
On the other hand, you have the freedom to divide your life any way you want. When I waved goodbye to fifty (I mean, fifty-five...oh never mind), I began to divide my life into three acts. At this point, I'll have to live an awfully long time to make the acts equal but then again, it's the quality of the performance, not the length of the play. R
Invisible clearly doesn't suit you.
Dye your hair purple!
Rated.
That's great writing.
Thank you!
Elegance is not the prerogative of those who have just escaped from adolescence, but of those who have already taken possession of their future. - Coco Chanel
Yes, let's be heard!
When phyiscal beauty is everywhere, then appreciating it is nowhere.
What becomes important then has to be the inside; the personality and the effervescent quality of character. The intangibles that become tangible as we know each other.
Physical beauty is all well and good, but it is so common as to lack meaning anymore.
A very nice post. A well written post. But then..look who wrote it.
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Nope. Don't blend in on a college campus anymore.
Great piece, thank you!
I think "age appropriate" goes more for girls under 16 or 17, and women over 80.
You do what makes you feel good about yourself, tell your daughter to light up a little. SMILES!! Because you could always go shopping without her.
My girls are Horrified when I pick out something they call "Grandma Look". And that only happens when I am looking for dress clothes for work.
Isn't raising girls just so much fun? LOL
i know this stage so well. in a few months, i'll be 47, and i still find myself shopping in the juniors department. i won't let myself do that right now because the migraine drugs have me 15 pound above my comfort level, so not only am i getting older, but i'm feeling fat. bad combination. but joan, just a couple of years ago, and i'm determined to do it again when i can get back in shape, i was wearing pencil skirts and stiletto heels and tops that hugged my body. they looked great on my middle-aged body, even if they would have looked middle-aged on my 20-year old self.
the highest compliment that i get from my girls is 'you look great, mom' or 'i like that shirt.' my youngest daughter just bought my exact same rainboots. my eldest daughter borrows some of my clothes.
right now, my winter uniform is men's jeans from target (i roll them up from the bottom), a long-sleeved shirt, and cardigans. cardigans are back in style, and i'm determined to buy as many as i can while they're in fashion. when they go out of fashion, i won't care, 'coz i love how they look on me. and my polka-dotted rainboots with 3 layers of warm socks on underneath. it's not sexy. my love tells me i look academic.
there was a time when i was scared shitless of what would happen when men stopped finding me attractive. me, with my feminist credentials, all upset over that stuff. but i'm like you now. part of me is settling into this. you know why? because i look at those 20-year old women at my college and i think, 'that one's bulimic, that one doesn't think she's pretty, that one thinks her thighs are too big,' and i think, god, am i finally getting to a point where that doesn't matter to me? and they look so scared that they're invisible.
what matters to me is that i've turned into a 'role model' for the young women at my college. which makes me laugh my ass off, because well, you can guess.
i'm rambling. but you've obviously struck a nerve. i'm not invisible, but i can feel myself fading, and i look at women 20 years my senior and wonder how it feels then.
but girlfriend, this summer, when i'm down to my fighting weight, i'll go shopping with you, and we can buy clothes that tell the world that we're middle aged--not dead. you watch.
I could write a male version of this post.
remember, in theatre, the 2nd act is where all the interesting stuff happens.
@ClarkK, I found your wonderful post today, my dear!
@Steve, just another reason I love you.
@geezerchick, I appreciate your comments and I love your name.
@FusunA, I love your way of thinking and i look forward to day the day I arrive...
@Fernsy, I am almost not surprised that you have a different experience. You are one of the most unique individuals I "know". I love that people are drawn to you.
@Donna, if someone said I looked good "for my age" I'd smack 'em. Thanks so much for reading. Oh yeah. Open toe shoes? Donna, I don't live in Florida! (you are so lucky that you do)
@Con, when I see those boy scouts coming I'm gonna run.
@Iamsurly, I have been in Forever 21 a couple of times but was escorted out by security. Even in there we are not forever 21. Especially in there.
@greenheron, believe me when I tell you I know that look.
@Amanda, your Dad understands.
@Ll2, the first rule is never surround yourself with 20 somethings! I have a feeling you still turn heads.
@Ann, OMG, Quacker Factory! That is the last stop on the train to Invisible. It's also the last stop on the train called I Gave Up.
@Brown Eyed Girl, I am so glad you came by. I hope you are right.
@Nikki, "It's the quality of the performance..." Oh that's good.
@Sixtycandles, I really like the way you think. I'm going to start wearing some colors too! How many years can I just wear black?
@cartouche, I honestly think that I have felt more attractive in California too. It may be that I am perceiving myself differently in a different place, as you say. We can't *all* be better looking in California, can we?
@Emogirl, I appreciate your comment and I like your name.
@donnastreet, your comment is so kind. Thank you so much.
@BFTQ, I love purple. But I'd like to be a blonde just once before the 3rd act. Thanks for coming by.
@Charlie, thank you so much for reading and commenting.
@Monsieur, Coco Chanel _ it really doesn't get more elegant in the 2nd act than that. Thank you so much for coming by.
@Robin, I just love that you feel more at home in your skin the older you get. That is what I hope for too.
@Caroline, I'm so glad you came by.
@JD, you are an awfully smart man. And very kind. What a wonderful combination.
@Gwool, I feel you. I took some college courses last year and felt incredibly conspicuous. Old people *do* go back to college, you know, I wanted to tell them...
@Bell, you are a smart cookie.
@Rita, Wow! Lisa said it all right! Thanks for reading.
@Leslie, yes! "The youth section and the retired lady section." Gah!
@fireeyes 24, raising a daughter is the best thing in the world. Shopping with her is one of the worst.
@Trilogy, now I have to find the post cartouche wrote. Please tell me I didn't steal her title.
@Linda, thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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You are far from invisible. Much love to you. Rated.
@flw, I hear you,girl. I really understand what you are saying. And I had to laugh because I came home with new cardigans today before reading your comment. See you this summer for shopping.
@vzn, the second act is what it's all about. Thanks for that.
@scanner, you crack me up.
@Lea, I found your post. It was fabulous.
@Jill, thank you for your continued kindness.
@cartouche, I've always suspected I'm living on the wrong coast.
@Leonde, I admire physical strength in women almost as much as emotional strength. When I am strong physically, I feel very visible, actually. Thanks so much for commenting.
Beautiful post, well done, rated.
Have a wonderful week.. Go shopping in the juniors department. SMILES
the whole point of being this age is to recognize each other, and maybe wink, as we walk on by. or turn around ...
but then somewhere along the line it all changed & I stopped getting all freaked-out about it & recognized that, being invisible, I can slip by the bad guys & use my magic powers.
Loved this. You rock.
@PatriciaK: A support group... brilliant!
@Anne, I watch my daughter do the scrutinizing thing in the mirror. Only the young would dare to look that closely...
@sweetfeet, so did you find anything good there?
@Thoth, thanks for the words of encouragement!
@kim, I am going to start making eye contact.
@suzie, where do i get those magic powers?
@Eden, ooh, black leather boots... now there's a thought.
@Frank, see, that's why women must adore you.
@O/E, I love the fashion police. er, I mean daughters.
I hardly fit in junior department clothes, and the "mommy pants" section seems too conventional. So, I have found J.Jill, what I consider stylish "mommy pants."
But, there are plenty of young people that are invisible. People that fade into a crowd and are barely noticed. Being invisible isn't about our age, it's about how we carry ourselves, how we feel about ourselves, what we perceive as our role in society. It's about whether we feel "less than..."
People who carry themselves with presence, and never allow anyone to make them feel "less than" are never invisible. IMHO, anyway.
But there should be stores or clothing lines for us in-betweeners--somewhere between Sluts-R-Us, and the elastic waist, appliqued top outfits worn by too many older ladies. My uniform is a perfect pair of jeans and a perfect white blouse, perfectly pressed and starched into submission.
Middle aged people have more money.
Rated.
" I know that as we get older, we become increasingly transparent to younger generations until in late middle age, we achieve total invisibility in a feat that would astound H. G. Wells."
True, we become less visible to the young as we age, but there's a certain freedom that compensates for the wounded vanity. Embrace that, and ignore the young and shallow as they ignore us.
"I am not mourning my youth. I am examining my middle age"
That's a great line and I agree with you. It's a new phase.
My experience has been that I dye my hair to hide the gray, because I like it. I wear a bit of makeup, because I feel better doing it. I smile at people when I get the vibe that I should and they do smile back, sometimes, surprised, sometimes just genuine, warm.
I buy less because I seem to have just about everything I need. I am more concerned with my messages in this second half than my unspoken presence. I am still afraid in a way of offending, but I tend to speak out about what I have learned is my point of view, because it has substance, truth and logic to it. I am more fearless, maybe more feared by those who would silence me. I am going out with a brass band and hopefully none to soon.
Enjoy it all in your own way, smoke em it you got em...heh, heh, just a joke!
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Have fun shoe shopping!
Joan, I heartily second some of the previous commenters who suggested that you wear clothes from the junior department if you want (hey, they fit you! That's great!). I have a friend who is in her early fifties, looks great in miniskirts, and wears them frequently. More power to her (and you!). If you have a good sense of fashion, you'll know the difference between "what's right for me, never mind my age" and "ridiculous."
Sc**w the sensible shoes, too, if "sensible" means "ugly," "boring" or "bland." I'm personally a woman who has always preferred comfortable shoes ;), even as a teenager, but these are YOUR feet, not anyone else's. I've managed to find comfortable shoes that aren't boring, myself.
Your daughte, in directing you away from the junior section, may be engaging in what I would call "age policing" - along with the rest of the culture, relegating you to this limbo that is neither young nor old but somewhere in between, and deemed to not exist. To me that's just as bad as gender policing - my mother wasn't allowed to wear pants in the Fifties, and boys today are harassed if they're interested in things like dolls, pink, whatever is coded "female." You don't have to accept it.
Insightful of you to wonder if women get loud about the time they become invisible. Quite possible. It seems to me that once you start being ignored for what used to get you attention (youth and femininity, whatever that adds up to for each of us), you don't have as much to lose for speaking up and speaking out. Older woman may also be more likely to be sure of themselves - we've been around the block a couple of times, and know that something is right, or wrong, or that we too deserve service, dammit!
As for those salesgirls, well, aren't they silly. I don't know for sure, but you probably have more money to spend on your favourite skin care goop and face paint than the younger women they're focusing on.
Great post. Rated!
Wow! Maybe you are right. A friend of mine and I were just laughing the other day about how when we were in our 20s we thought all the middle-aged women were bitchy. But we realize now that they just took up more space than we thought we had permission to at that time in our lives.
But yes, middle-aged women become invisible as middle-aged men are celebrated. Think Barbara Bush vs. Sean Connery. Biology sucks. Which I guess answers the question why so many women resort to dangerous and expensive plastic surgery.
@Ranting, I love your confidence. Thanks for reading.
@Kathy, thank you so much for reading.
@Bonnie, I'm happy to be understood. Thanks so much.
@Kim, I hear you! Ha! Sluts-R-Us! Funny.
@Leeandra, I know it!
@Jeff, very good quote, indeed.
@Reader, It is just that. A new phase. Thanks so much for reading.
@Sheila, you sound very grounded. Ha! Smoke 'em if you've got 'em!
@...next please, what a great line!
@OEsheepdog, tons of value in that. Thank you.
@Susan, thanks so much. I like the show too. My problem would be nothing to throw out-I just don't *have* any clothes right now!
@Buffy, Yes! Thanks for reading.
@Patty, thank you for your very kind words.
@pharmawriter, I appreciate your insights. Thanks for reading.
@Will, you are funny and kind. Thanks for coming by.
@Wildmarjoram, yes, I must start taking up more space! Love your name, by the way.
@Deborah, I cannot imagine you looking frumpy.
@Penrose, great thought. Thank you for reading.
@Caroline, You just come visit my blog *anytime.* Thanks for reading.
Love to you.
I tell you what, they get mad when a cat like me tries on the pantyhose!!!
Man, you think you're invisible till then!! Then, WOOSH!! They come out with the brooms and the curse words and well, let me tell you, they know some curse words!! ;)
Rated for my own walk down memory lane!! :)
I followed Stellaa. I'd visit a bakery with her and you.
You don't need money. Ya smell and loiter all day long.
Sooner or later, bakers see two invisible public nuisances.
They give you old-stale Boston Cream Bavarian doughnuts.
If you feel invisible sing songs? Visit a PA bank? Ya get jailed.
Sing jail-cell song`I Call Dead-beat LAWYER`TOMORROW!
Then go home, kick Ya shoes off? Be happy Ya got no fracture!
Be shouting`Halo-Loony! Pick stinky bare toes all day all alone!
I love to Play`I'm Invisible. Caress a pillow and Play game`Senile.
@Sparking, thank you for reading and for your always kind words.
@Bell, many thanks!
@Gail, we definitely understand each other, don't we? I'm glad you came by.
@odetteroulette, yes, they will. Indeed they will. Thanks for reading.
@Tink, Ha! I'm picturing you in pantyhose.
@owtad, thanks for reading. Invisible has its perks.
@Stellaa, I hear you. Thanks for reading.
@Art, as long as the doughnuts aren't invisible. Love having you visit.
The theme of invisibility is so important to me. I was invisible for most of my growing up, until maybe college age or my mid-twenties. I might be doing this thing backwards. I'm getting more noticed as I get older.
I've had to wear sensible shoes since my mid-twenties because of working eight hours a day on my feet. I now buy the expensive Dansko shoes that nurses wear. I am sad that I can't wear flip-flops anymore. Oh, well.
Great post. Well deserved EP.
Middle-aged invisibility - what a topic. One that inspires passionate debate. I tend to agree and disagree with the comments in equal measure.
Here are my thoughts: Obviously, we don't elicit the same gawking stares and cat calls that the very young, sexily-dressed young things do. But, when I remember the way I used to rail at being sized up like a piece of meat, I realize I don't miss those stares so much after all.
As for myself, I know there are days when I am invisible and days when I am anything but. The invisible days are those when I just run a brush through my hair and go out in my "genderless" clothes and happily realize that I'm not out to impress anyone. The still-visible days are the ones when I choose not to be invisible - and I'm not.
I agree with those who say whether we are invisible has more to do with our own attitude toward ourselves than it does with anyone else. I also am savvy enough to know that there is truth in the statement that ages confers a degree of invisibility despite how young we may feel, act or look. We live in a society that worships youth, one that hardly recognizes the wisdom or the beauty of the ages. That is a hard fact.
I agree wholeheartedly with Scarlett when she says that "with age comes a different type of beauty." Recognizing that and making peace with it is more than half the battle.
Great post, dear friend.
~R~
@nolalibrarian, thank you for reading and commenting. I like your way of thinking.
As for feeling invisible ... I always do feel that way and this post describes it so well!
I feel completely invisible in the world most of the time. I don't know if it's my age (48) or because of my divorce. It's odd how the latter seemed to almost instantaneously cut me off from any sense of community. I think the prolonged search for employment has definitely contributed to my sense of invisibility as well; every job I've even come close to getting was given to some 20-something young woman. Aside from finishing up my job as a mom, I sometimes wonder why I'm here. I can't seem to figure out the divine missive.
I loved what you said about the second act perhaps being when women stop being seen and start being heard. I hope that's true. And I hope someone is listening.
Great post, Joan.