My family is odd in its own way (is there any family that isn’t?). My mom is Jewish, the daughter of a doctor, and grew up upper middle class in Los Angeles. My father grew up in poverty in rural southern Alabama, one of 8 children, and was a good ol’ boy until he received his Marxist awakening. They met working for the same civil rights lawyer in the 70’s.
My dad’s mom was named Voncile. She was the daughter of a sharecropper. She lived in an immaculately kept mobile home. She ordered most of her clothes from the JCPenney or Sears catalogs, which I used to love flipping through when I visited. They were mostly polyester and floral and all her pants had elastic waists.
My mom’s mom was named Helen. We used to say she ate “like a bird”, which I now suspect was disordered eating. My mom has told me that she cared very much about playing the part of the “doctor’s wife”, but she also had her own career as an English teacher. She wore neatly tailored, classic clothes.
While I was prepping for my recent trip to Europe, I posted about my search for boots that I could walk around town all day in. As I described one pair in a video, I off-handedly said “this is an old lady brand” as a negative. A follower asked why categorizing something as old lady was a bad thing.
I hadn’t really ever thought about it and I didn’t have a good answer. What *are* my beliefs around aging and what I wear? Why do I think of some brands or clothes as “old lady”? What makes something “old lady”?
I started thinking about it constantly.
We discussed it in my group program. A member asked “is it that ‘old lady’ clothes represent ‘giving up’ or not giving a f*** or is it more of a shift away from the male gaze and female competition through fashion?”
I asked my Instagram followers.
“At some point my grandmothers both stopped purchasing new clothes. So ‘old lady’ = dated to me.”
“Unstylish, boring, unflattering”
“Looser clothes that cover more skin”
“Talbot’s. Chico’s. Land’s End. Boring. Capri pants.”
I thought I’d see what the conventional advice out there was for a woman of a certain age.
First of all, dress to look younger, but not too young, because then you’ll be “mutton dressed as lamb”. Stay current with trends but not too much. Black can age you. Multiple articles I read online said that you shouldn’t wear fleeces as you age (WTAF). Define your waist. Elongate your legs. Don’t show your arms. Wear form fitting clothes, but not too tight. Wear thicker fabrics to cover lumps and bumps. Basically, don’t show the shape of your body at all unless it conforms to the beauty standard (see
).AKA you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Why do we think that older people can’t have personal style (although there are exceptions - mostly thin ones - to the rule)? Is it because of antiquated modesty standards? Is it because we as a society see it as offensive for someone in that phase of life to act like they are still vibrant sexual beings? Is it pure ageism and a 20-something in Brooklyn could wear some of these “old lady” items and look cool (The Atlantic, paywalled), but if an older person wore them it’s seen as giving up? Are there some women who enjoy putting thought into what they wear and some that don’t and the difference becomes more apparent as they age?
Or is it because we judge women all throughout their lives by the ideal beauty standard and adding age into the equation just moves them further down the ladder? Are women at any age deemed unstylish because they’re in bigger bodies, have less money, don’t follow trends, or care more about comfort than outward appearances?
Remember my two grandmothers? My granny was in a larger body, had very little money, and lived in the country in southern Alabama. I would not have categorized her as stylish. My grandma was thin, had financial resources, lived in Los Angeles, and had more access to both clothes and information about what was current. I wrote about her being my first style icon in one of the earliest posts on my blog.
I don’t have a neat conclusion to this piece. All I can do is put these questions out there and hope we give them some thought.
In 1980 I began the journey (with Carol Munter, whose NYC class inspired Susie Orbach's Fat Is A Feminist Issue) that changed my life and the focus of my therapy practice. With extraordinary and ongoing gratitude, this journey of finding peace with food and body has allowed me to age with compassion and respect for my aging body, with an ongoing commitment to strength, eating for hunger and pleasure (and a diagnosis or two), checking out the changes as they happen with interest (and sometimes sardonic amusement), and making the most in strength and enjoyment of my aging body. The bias against aging women is, of course, even wider than strictly body—in professions it is assumed we are past our prime, and yet so many of us (I am sure) are flourishing and excelling in our work after many years of practice—and yet (I see on social media) the odds of attention seem to diminish. The gatekeepers are often much younger, and there's rarely a day on social media where you can't find (in my case) a writer or poet bemoaning "feeling old". My first book, REENI'S TURN—the first book to actively challenge the diet industry's impact on younger (9-11) children—came out in 2020, when I was almost 72. Now 74, my work is stronger than ever. My body, with all its changes, is still a "treasure map of my life" (as Carol Munter always said). I love clothing it with color and clothing that gives me pleasure. One by one, and together, if we dress as we wish, speak as we wish, and work as we wish, maybe we can see some change. Even if we don't, I'll never stop trying.
I'm diggin' this topic! I feel like I'm in the thick of it at 46, with mom-bod (is that a thing?), and perimenopause. I have to say that I'm kind of enjoying finding my mid-life style and exploring the transition to getting older - it's fun to figure out what I actually like versus what I've been told will look good on me. I've never had the "ideal" body, so I got away with having a funkier, more artsy aesthetic. AND my original teenage, '90s style that was alternative and fringe is now main stream and everywhere! I'm finding that I will always love a chunky shoe, statement jewelry, and positive ease. Those "old ladies" have seen every style come and go (and come and go again), and I think they have better perspective on what matters in life and how to leave the b.s. behind. And I'm all for the young girls playing with all the styles - making the old new again and having fun with it, I think they have a tougher time of it these days!