Several times in recent weeks, I have been taken to task over the fact that the "About me" section of this blog describes me as "just your average middle-aged woman". I have been advised that this is not an accurate reflection and that I should change or delete it. Oddly, this admonition has come from both professional and personal contacts.
Since I am unavoidably middle-aged, I would imagine that it's the bit about being average that galls. What I should point out, though is that the sentence continues "...in the early 21st century."
As I see it, the reality of the age we live in has an impact on what it means to be "average". The average woman of my age today is...
- often a wife/partner
- usually a mother
- normally holding down a job or building a career
- maybe studying (anything from flower arranging, to advanced thermodynamics)
- possibly dieting
- probably trying to adhere to an exercise programme of some sort
- increasingly maintaining a presence in cyberspace
- very likely pursuing a few hobbies and
- almost certainly trying to keep in touch with friends and family all over the world.
Furthermore, my weight is about average, ditto my house and my car. My appearance is unremarkable (you know: neither drop dead gorgeous nor...erm... "unfortunate"). I'm taller than the UK average but not remarkably so. I'm fairly intelligent (I hope) but not in the prodigious leagues inhabited by the Downeses of this world. I am endowed with about the average number of talents and abilities, none of them stellar.
In fact, the most notable thing about me is probably the amount of noise I generate. People challenged to come up with a single word to describe me are far more likely to emulate my school teachers and opt for "talkative" or "loud" than anything else. I've been told I'm like a walking ear protection gear zone. And let's face it, that's not really something to brag about.
In fact, like almost the entire population, I only become unique when you get to know me - put me in a crowd, and I blend right in.
Like I said.