"Being in my crone era means I'm not only accepting my aging body, but I'm leaning into it. I'm over people pleasing, done conforming to societal beauty norms, and ready to embrace my most intrusive thoughts. I'm swapping the basic b*tch Pottery Barn aesthetic of my home in favor of that of a powerful bohemian sea witch. I'm getting a LifeStraw and digging an underground bunker in preparation for the impending collapse of society."
"Whether browsing the produce aisle of my local market or riding an elevator, I want to make the men I encounter in my daily dealings feel as uncomfortable as they've made me. I'll bark like a dog, make eye contact while sharpening my toenails into tiny daggers, or roll my eyes to the back of my head while reciting Sylvia Plath."
A 43-year-old embraces a self-styled crone era, actively accepting and leaning into aging. She rejects people-pleasing, societal beauty standards, and plans to pursue intrusive, rebellious impulses. She overhauls home decor toward a powerful bohemian sea-witch aesthetic, stocks survival gear like a LifeStraw, and digs an underground bunker for societal collapse. She seeks to make men uncomfortable in everyday encounters through provocative behavior and performative menace. She enjoys tending vining plants, cataloging gold teeth gifted by crows, and practicing a reckless cackle that blends whimsy and menace. She rejects aging 'gracefully' and instead pursues bold, manic expression with whimsical menace.
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