What Margaret Wente is proposing for old age, I’m proposing for right now:
The truth is that being the oldest person in the room isn’t as bad as it’s made out to be. And as for that grey-suited power woman, I don’t envy her for a minute. Instead, I feel an overwhelming surge of relief that I don’t have to live that life any more. I don’t have to get up at 5, hit the office at 8, work 12 hours a day, wear pantyhose and take my two weeks off a year with a cellphone glued to my hip. I don’t have to worry about my next promotion, where my career is going, how many people are smarter and more talented than I am or what I’ll do if my boss turns out to be an evil, soul-sucking maniac. That’s easy. I’ll quit.
So what about a more whimsical approach to life? Way too many women I know live harried, tired lives, with cell phones attached to one hip, a baby on the other, enjoying neither. This is, by the way, the culture that tells you that the height of all success lies in wearing a power suit, and going to “the office.” It is very, very hard to shake that. I couldn’t when I started out, but I could now, and I’m just shy of the power suit age that Wente describes as “young.” (I don’t think it is, and clearly I have the mentality of someone nearing retirement, by her description.)
We need to be more free in our thoughts. And in my opinion, the very least free people are those telling you they need the choice of abortion. They don’t have the imagination to see that life could be livable in a different way, more often than not. (Remember, the dire circumstances we’re told about so often are a slim, slim minority.) Not that I blame them. I freely admit I might not have, prior to my current “old age.”
So you have women who go and get abortions because the very real pressure they feel lies around living differently–not that they couldn’t make it work. And indeed, not that they wouldn’t even be happier if they tried.by