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More about vanity in a certain type of woman than real life.
Reviewed in the United States on April 11, 2018
As a woman in my mid 40s, I can certainly relate to some of the bullet points the author included in this book. The comparison ended pretty quickly though. Mrs Druckerman is very, very concerned with her looks and the appearances of her friends. And their wardrobes. Almost obsessively. A lot of the book references how people look older and that wrinkles are something to be sad about both for yourself and others. Let me be clear, I'm not allowing grey hair to take over or forgoing my face cream and moisturizer, but I do not judge other women for ignoring these things - especially not my friends. Being 40 something means (to me) you live and let live - especially with people you love. I just never got that feeling from this book.
The pre chapter quips on how you know you're in your 40s are clever and cute and many are true - but some just screamed materialistic vanity to me. Telling men to "invest in hand stitched brogues"... seriously? Yes, every grown man should have great quality shoes, but that's not an existential aging lesson.
My lessons from my 40s? Accept joy anywhere you find it.
Kick off your shoes and play on the lawn with a puppy.
Welcome new friends in your circle with an open mind and full cappuccino for everyone.
Answer that 2am phone call with grace and calm - bad news is never made better with panic.
Never waste another minute listening to music you dislike or reading bad books.