The Pussy Energy Recession

Gen Xers are burning the rulebook on aging while the world collapses.

A woman in her power doesn’t need the male gaze — she owns the moment. Photo by Andriyko Podilnyk on Unsplash

“Women grow radical with age. One day an army of gray-haired women may quietly take over the earth.”
— Gloria Steinem

What if the real recession isn’t economic?

What if it's personal?

For Gen X women and beyond, the collapse isn’t just happening out there in politics, policy, and housing markets.

No.

It’s happening in our bodies, our visibility, our perceived value.

It’s in the moment the world stops looking — and we start disappearing.

It’s the slow, silent erasure of a woman after 45.

And it begins at home

With wine, purple pants, and conversation.

My mother and I get together over a glass of wine now and then.

We discuss many things, from the not-so-serious matters of, well, the usual verbal shit, really.

Chit-chat about my growing love of potting plants and their precarious survival rate, her very purple pair of WTFWST (whatthefuckwasshethinking) pants she insists on wearing in public…