It's my 36th birthday today. Forty is looming. It feels like, for women at least, that it is pretty much downhill from now. I mean, no one comments on Richard Gere's crowfeet or whether George Clooney gained a couple of pounds. (Well, maybe.) It is just seen as the boys getting better looking, more distinguished etc, etc. Women however, get a given a much harder time. No news to any of us. I think my thoughts will get clearer, I may know who I am more than I did in my 20's, I may be able to finish my Masters while taking care of three young boys, but while time marches across my face and my body....all I can think about is how time is leaving a train wreck in it's wake.

My musing for today, is whether this is a culturally imposed set of standards. (I think I already know the answer.)