P,
Ever wonder what kind of "woman of a certain age" you will be? Quite naturally, I suppose, we all aspire to be the chain-smoking hipster with a slightly ironic worldview. I suspect, dear P, that I may share more in common, however, with Gladys Kravitz from the beloved sitcom Bewitched. I already share a quite unhealthy interest in the goings-on in my neighborhood and, more specifically, what may be happening behind closed doors. Oh, to be clear, I'm not only interested in your love life but rather the inner workings of your family and its unlikely but possible dysfunctional aspects. I'm afraid there's not much hope for change, P. Perhaps the only saving grace is I will continue to think of myself more like Serena (you remember Samantha's vixen cousin) than Gladys. I am, frankly, not sure what's more depressing: becoming the woman the world abhors or believing oneself to be someone entirely different. I think I'll have a cigarette now -- perhaps paving the way to hell with at least some good intentions.
Faithfully,
C.

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