Charlize Theron and the Spinster’s “panic room”.

Poor Charlize. I know exactly where she’s at right now.

She’s in the Spinster’s “panic room”.

I was there once, and so were many of you.

It caught my eye this weekend that she’s just broken up with summer fling Ryan Reynolds because he wasn’t looking to settle down, and (apparently) she’s desperate to start a family.

She’s 36. I get it.

Her body-clock is currently drowning out every other noise in her head.

Tick. Tock.

Now, or never! Any guy will do!

Trouble is, guys smell desperation a mile off.

Charlize might be eminently fuckable but she’s now a “woman of a certain age.”

She’s at the tipping point where men realise that she’s a threat to their freedom.

There’s no playing with a woman of her age.

She’s ready to be a mother, and it’s just dawned on her that she’s sitting in last-chance baby saloon.

She’s on a full scale sperm-donor alert.

I have no idea why she stayed with her ex for nine long years but to break up with someone at 35 is reckless if you want to start a family.

Sorry ladies but forget romance and flowers – if you’re in your mid to late thirties, and want a family, you have to go after a man who maybe meets half your exacting requirements with a lazer-sharp focus.

Charlize has the edge over us ordinary mortals in that she’s a gorgeous, multi-millionaire movie star.

Chances are she’ll find someone to have babies with, and the fairytale will continue.

But panic mode is not the best state of mind for any woman, especially when it comes to making decisions that will affect the rest of your life.

Her dating choices from now on will be erratic.

Her nights will be sleepless.

I’m not saying I don’t have any regrets at not being a mum (I do), but at 43 I’m pretty certain my baby-making days are over. The one blessing (if you can call it that) is that I’m no longer living in panic mode. I’m making peace with it day by day.

But at 36-years-old, well that’s the time when you think it’s all still to play for.

Tick. Tock.

All a woman can do at that stage of the game is lay their cards on the table, and jettison the idiots who don’t know what they want.

Tick. Tock.

Good luck, Charlize.

You’re going to need it.

Spinny out.


3 Comments on “Charlize Theron and the Spinster’s “panic room”.”

  1. Spinsterlicious says:

    Few good decisions are made when in panic mode, so I hope Charlize…and similarly-situated sisters figure out a way to calm down

    -The Spinsterlicious Life

  2. The problem with women is that we give men too many opportunities to change. My guess is that what’s his name didn’t really want kids, she did, and she was waiting for him to change. She gave him 9 years. I think that’s too long. If you’re the marrying, baby popping kind, then you need to have a plan. It’s not like she had to wait to be financially stable. She loved the fucker and he didn’t come through. I think 5 years is the appropriate time limit. If you want a family and you’re not married after 5 years of relationship, then you have to move on. But at least she didn’t marry him and end up paying him alimony.

  3. I think you’re being generous with five years. I have a friend who says no longer than three months. Let’s face it, you know early on if a guy wants to make that kind of commitment and after a certain age, you simply don’t have five years. It’s then up to you to either ignore the signs, or carry on living in hope. And there lies the rub.

    We all know women though who have plummeted straight into lousy relationships purely to have children. I have one friend who admits as much. Another is now a single mum – and struggling to bring up a son with special needs – because the father walked out soon after he was born. He wasn’t ready, apparently. But she knew. SHE KNEW. Why? Because HE TOLD HER.

    “Loving the fucker” is fine – and maybe this is easy to say with hindsight – but as a woman of that age, you must know that if you put your future in that man’s hands, things probably won’t go your way.

    The dichotomy is that it’s impossible for women not to panic.

    Tick. Tock.

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