Single After Thirty—Who Cares?

0 comments Posted on August 5, 2013

Mandy Haleby Mandy Hale

I recently paused on one of my favorite morning shows just long enough to see a promo for an upcoming story called “The Sooner the Better.” The tagline was “New studies show that 90 percent of women’s eggs are gone by age thirty.” I had to assume the news anchor wasn’t referring to the kind of eggs you make an omelet with, so I immediately grabbed the remote and flipped off the TV before some know-it all “expert” could deliver his message of gloom and doom, and perform his last rites on my eggs.

When did being single after age thirty become a war zone of warnings and dangers to avoid? “You better get married soon, or you’ll be an old maid.” “You better hurry before all the good ones are gone.” “New studies show that 90 percent of women’s eggs are gone by age thirty.”

Why is our singleness being treated like a terrorist threat? It’s like, “Green—she’s dating someone. Whew! No chance of her winding up alone and desperate.” Or, “Yellow—uh-oh, another relationship just bit the dust, and she’s the one that ended it. She’s thirty-one and choosing to be alone! Transition to old maid considered imminent.” Or, “Red—she’s thirty-four and not willing to go out and marry the first guy she sees even though her eggs are vanishing quicker than the Rooty Tooty Fresh ’n Fruity meal at IHOP. She’s actually taking her time and waiting for Mr. Right. Danger! Danger!”

I would like to propose that everyone put away the scare tactics and take a closer look at the lives of their over-thirty-and-single counterparts. We might not have Prince Charming kneeling in front of us with a glass slipper, but we can afford to buy our own sassy stilettos and escort ourselves to the ball. We pay our own bills, file our own taxes, change our own oil (or cruise on down to Jiffy Lube on Ladies Day for a half-price oil change, but you get the point), and make a million little independent choices each day without the support of a significant other. It takes guts, bravery, and heart to walk a mile in a single girl’s shoes. And sometimes a fabulous pedicure.

At the end of the day, the Happily Ever After of a single girl might not look like everyone else’s, and maybe we’ve encountered more Mr. Right Nows than Mr. Rights, but we’re not going to give in out of fright and settle for less than the best. So stop with the scare tactics and realize: Not everyone has to ride off into the sunset with a man. Some of us just want a tan.

The Single Woman

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