See. Here’s the problem. I didn’t buy into this “skinny jeans are out” crap that someone came up with. How it went from a random opinion to “fact” I’ll never understand. I ignored it, of course. I ignored it so much I went out and bought three pair the other day. So there.

Today I see this: https://www.cnbc.com/2025/02/08/skinny-jeans-are-making-a-comeback.html?utm_source=firefox-newtab-en-us

Really? You’re walking this back now?

Here’s my point. I’ll decide what I’ll wear. Those what not to wear when you’re over 50 lists (I fucking hate that line), can go die a silent (or violent; I don’t care) death. The degree to which my opinion, more specifically the older woman’s opinion has been made irrelevant just boggles my mind. My dear friend who is in the throngs of menopause is, simply put, miserable. What not to wear—some random list made by someone not going through menopause—is the least of our concern. Certainly, it is for my friend.

Please do backpedal your way out of our wardrobes. I look good in skinny jeans. It also helps that I like me the way I am.

Back off, sweetheart. When you’re my age and some young clueless whippersnapper tells you what not to wear, come and see me. I might slap you for all your earlier sass, but I’ll also comfort. (Big of me, I know.)

Aging sucks, and yet it’s great. I can’t wait to turn 60.