Cougar Cave (My Dislike For Older Woman) by Alisha (Humour)
I have been fortunate in my short career to work with mostly men and not those crazy older women. I get along with males better than females, for all of the obvious reasons, less caddyness, less bitching, more methodical, more logical and less "dramatical".
For the first time in my life, I am working with all women.Not to mention they are all older woman. Now, I get along with most women my age (in their mid-20's) but when it comes any older woman, I am socially akward.
I am the only woman at my job who still has a period. This is unpleasant for several reasons. First my office is kept at a comfortable 32 degrees, the same as a meat locker, as to sooth the ensuing hot flashes of the older women around me during the day. Needless to say, my interpretation of "causal business attire" is Eskimo gear, complete with goggles so that my eyeballs don't freeze over. There are also practical reasons, if I start my monthly kumbaya with nature, there's not a friggin' tampon in the entire building! However there is butt foam, you know a bade in a pump... to get all the dingleberries...
I used to wear purfume but it got drowned out by Elizabeth Taylor's "Diamonds" and "Coco Chanel", along with the refreshing scent of old hag. I've purchased a pair of earplugs to stick up my nose so that I don't get a category 5 migraine. I find myself at a loss of pleasant conversation starters. I am uneducated in the ways of dueching, using vegetables as dildos and the good old days of the electric typewriter revolution or even the memories of carbon copies. I lack the ability to relate when talking about lead dental fillings and Regan. I have no memory of being paid a dollar a page for typing up things for male peers, because during the "old school era" men didn't learn to type but thats the gossip that runs the older woman.
The worst part is that I lack the ability to relate. I don't have children, my uterus still works, my boobs are perky without the support of a bra, I don't use wrinkle cream or dye my greying eyebrows. And yet, there is something inside of me compelled to find some sort of common ground. Our gender is not enough, our experiences too different, but there has to be something we share.
Perhaps a conversation about Jimmy Choo shoes... with a freaking older woman.
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