Wonderful article from Janice this morning, who is doing nothing whatsoever to lessen my thumping girl crush on her 
The jumping off point is Penny Lancaster going to work as a special constable, but the article is about way more than that.
www.thetimes.co.uk/article/5120c2f8-46e0-11eb-afd8-7d77005d5199?shareToken=e8e4c000f5d87a707f0b2abfd768941e
For women, ageing is seen only in terms of loss: looks, sexual allure, heads turned. Lately menopause has gone from never being discussed to being exaggerated into an evil alien life form which sucks all energy and happiness along with calcium from your bones: a condition which requires special office crying rooms or leave from careers women spent lifetimes building. Yes, for many it is awful and medical help is patchy. But it can also be transformative. The fragile butterfly returns to the chrysalis and emerges with a shiny, indestructible carapace
The bit about menopause support in the workplace was interesting. I’ve noticed a recent trend towards all kinds of accommodation being offered- time off, counselling, courses etc- and I’m not really in favour. Firstly - it’s private. I don’t want to talk to colleagues about it. Secondly- while it can be difficult, and cause all kinds of horrendous symptoms, I don’t think the kid glove treatment is at all helpful. Normal sickness procedures should be adequate, and just a bit of human understanding is enough, isn’t it? And thirdly, I absolutely agree that it’s actually a time of enormous power and transformation in a woman’s life, and we mustn’t lose sight of that by making it seem scary or like an illness.
The main thrust of the article is about having a purpose, though. She finishes it “we are what we do”- couldn’t agree more.
the young woman’s curse is perpetually needing to be liked, to put too much store by the opinion of worthless fools, to hold your body up to ideals it can never match and squeeze your personality into an acceptable shape. “Like” my selfie, everyone, please!
Whereas I’ve lost count of the marriages I’ve seen ended by wives who woke up at 50, the caring female hormones which cushioned their sharp edges suddenly depleted, who decide this house, this set-up, this man they’d lived with for decades was no longer what they wanted. Or they renegotiate their marriage contracts, redistribute domestic chores, make space for their own interests. Or like Penny Lancaster get a new job. (If Rod had tried to stifle her plans, would she have stayed?)