So why IS this blog called “Little Old Lady? Ha!”?
Well, there are some sort of obvious reasons. It makes for an easy Facebook page name: “LOL? Ha.”
And it’s cheerful—I’m a big fan of cheerful.
But more than that, it’s a response to a world that sometimes puts people in little boxes and traps them there.
As my hair gets grayer and my wrinkles get deeper, I find complete strangers calling me “honey.” I get the impression they look at me like–remember?–that cartoon character with the big white bun who walks with a stoop and wrinkles her nose at anything new. They don’t see me. They see a Little Old Lady.
Yes. At just over 5 feet tall, I AM little.
And–gulp– demographics show that my age is a decade+ beyond the median age in the United States.
And actually, I rather like the idea of being a lady…if your definition, like mine, is someone who consciously puts her best foot forward and strives to help everyone around her feel welcome and worthy.
But “Little Old Lady?” That cartoon character who is weak, not current, and sickeningly persnickety?
No thank you! Won’t you please just take me for WHO I am, not WHAT you expect me to be?