So many American women I know are in a panic about aging...constantly saying, "I'm almost 25- I'm so old! I'm almost 30, almost 35, almost 40...I'm 50- I'm over the hill!" Frankly my dears, I don't care about growing older. You will never hear me say "I'm so old!" You will never hear me complain about another birthday and another great excuse to eat cake (not that I ever need an excuse)...And you probably won't hear too many French women complaining about aging either. According to Mireille Guiliano, author of French Women Don't Get Facelifts and the best-selling, French Women Don't Get Fat, "America and some other countries are youth cultures, so they are obsessed with eternal youth- and the French laugh at that. Nothing is eternal. We are an old culture and we have a great sentence in France: La vie commence a cinquate, 'Life starts at 50'." I love that.
Paris is a captivating city- and an old city...much older than America. It has a certain sophistication about it...the architecture isn't trying too hard...the buildings aren't sky scrapers and they aren't brand new. But they're intricate. And they're works of art. French women don't try too hard either. Like their architecture, they embrace their age and celebrate all of the lovely years of their lives, rather than tearing themselves down to build younger (not better) versions of themselves. Shouldn't we celebrate all of the lovely years in our lives too?