Aging is so fucking hot.

My dream of becoming an eccentric old lady with a fantastic wardrobe.

Pamela Anderson recently shared in an interview that at 57 years old, she feels as though her life is just beginning.

I SIGHED with pleasure at the sight of a woman so utterly disillusioned by the patriarchal myth that women become useless, invisible or irrelevant as we age. And not just ANY woman, Pamela Anderson. Someone who has tasted the rewards and limitations of embodying the male fantasy and has decided that, actually, being over fifty feels better. Even as a young girl, she said she always knew that she wouldn’t truly “see herself” until she was much older.

I couldn’t believe I was hearing someone else say this out loud! In a world obsessed with youth, I have always felt odd for romanticising the opposite; I cannot fucking WAIT to age! Despite patriarchy’s best efforts, I have always been excited to grow older. At twenty six years old I already know myself pretty well…but the thought of the wisdom, courage and authenticity I’ll embody at fifty? Honestly, the thought turns me on.

I can’t wait for my hands to look like THIS! (Image: Iris Apfel)

I can’t wait to become more ME. To become an eccentric old lady that swears frequently, with a fantastic wardrobe. To get hotter, wiser, braver. I can’t wait for the depth of my life’s cumulative years of experience, heartbreak, joy, and laughter to show in the way I talk, how I create art, how I dress and in the lines that will show on my skin. I imagine myself surrounded with other loud, vibrant cackling women, our excessive amounts of jewellery and bangles clashing as we gesticulate over coffee, each our own shade of wild. I can’t wait to refine my style and storytelling over the years, to become a more original iteration of myself in every way possible…