Singing from the same Spin sheet.

The world is slowly waking up the phenomenon that is the modern day Spinderella.

But only because the women in question are beginning to talk honestly about what it’s like to be single and childless, after a certain age.

The fact that a spinster life is on one finger, liberating and joyful, and on the other nine fingers, scary, lonely and hard fucking work, makes it even more interesting.

Spinsterhood is not necessarily a success story. It’s a landing place. We ended up here but it was never the destination.

You can’t spin a spinster but what you can do is talk about it.

Hollywood Spinster does it with humour – this lady, not so much. But at least she’s being honest.

It’s curious to me that it’s slowly become acceptable to admit to some kind of society-defined defeat/failure. Especially in a world where everything is now covered in a faux celebrity gloss.

Our unique demographic makes us fascinating case-studies:

Our mothers told us we could have it all.

Our families were upwardly mobile.

We had a good education.

And yet…

Here we sit, alone.

We, (women in their mid thirties to mid fifties) have lived through two crippling world-wide recessions (one still ongoing and slowly killing the lifestyle of spinsters by taking away disposable income), a sexual revolution that left men with all the power (there is such a thing as too independent it transpires), a determination to forge careers that left us unable to fully nurture relationships, the over-riding desire for men to want to fuck and be seen with much younger women, the spurious media-invented fads that are supposed to make it acceptable for women to be single and powerful (ie, cougars *spits*) but in fact, leave us weakened… and ultimately, the undeniable truth that in women’s cosmetically-enhanced pursuit of youth, we have become mere shadows of our inner spirit, making it impossible for real woman to grow old gracefully, and still be considered attractive.

Blimey, I should write a book about it.

Still, at least we’re still getting some.

And by that I mean that we’ve been screwed by both sexes,  so we might as well make the most of it.

*cymbal crash*

Let’s keep talking.

Spinny out.



2 Comments on “Singing from the same Spin sheet.”

  1. Geez, your math is a little different from mine. You say “The fact that a spinster life is on one finger, liberating and joyful, and on the other nine fingers, scary, lonely and hard fucking work, makes it even more interesting.” I’d say that my Spinsterlicious Life is “liberating and joyful” on, maybe, 6 fingers and “scary, lonely, and hard work” on the remaining 4. But married life can be “scary, lonely, and hard work”, too. Life’s like that.

    And the age thing is something all women grapple with –married or not– and, yeah, I do wish that wasn’t true.
    -The Spinsterlicious Life

  2. I would say that staring down the barrel of a gun, in relation to ever-tightening finances, takes away those extra fingers of joy.
    Hard work is not necessarily a bad thing but struggling alone because of the financial climate makes it more difficult to bounce out of bed each day, counting your blessings like a modern day Julie Andrews.
    I revel in the pockets of joy, and I don’t care about aging per se but I do care that the world we live in is making it very very hard for me to support myself. I’m experienced in my field, talented and dedicated. I shouldn’t be suffering this way.
    Right now, that’s easily nine fingers by my reckoning.

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