On my office wall, I have a picture of myself sitting in a highchair behind a cake with one birthday candle on it. This evening on 27 April 1979 was my surprise 18th birthday party. On my 30th, I enjoyed a special weekend in Paris, and on my 40th, my mother and I went to New York, which was another great birthday.
This year is one of those nothing special ages – but it is still nice to get phone calls, texts, emails, Facebook notes, cards, presents and flowers. And, I also enjoyed afternoon tea with a great friend at a hotel boasting one of the most expensive views on the planet – Poole Harbour.
Wikipedia also notes, the day was the birthday of the writer and feminist, Mary Wollstonecraft – who despite being dead for 212 years is a fascinating Twitterer (via Judy Gombita). Indeed, her latest Tweet quotes from Vindication of the Rights of Woman:
A lively writer, I cannot recollect his name, asks what business women turned of forty have to do in the world.
The answer, from my perspective, is that there is much to do in the world, and given my own enthusiasm for education, I hope that I am able to evidence how much the world has changed for a woman born in the late 20th century, compared to one born two centuries before me.