My sweet and doting grandmother (from my mom’s side) who is pushing 67 and still physically limber insisted on taking motorbike lessons after seeing the Vuvalini drive their bikes in the movie. She told me that she loved how the film represented women of her age in an action blockbuster by portraying them as badass ladies of the desert.
My mom, who is in her early 60s, went to go see Mad Max with me. When the Vuvalini appeared, she didn’t react until they took off their helmets. Then she reached over, grasped my arm and said, “Women!!! They’re all women!!”
And then, when we got a good shot of them all, she gasped and said, “Oh!! Oh, they’re all silver women!!” And it blew her mind. More like this.
Representation: it’s important, y’all.
I am in my mid-30s, and every time I see a movie where women over the age of 50 are doing something cool, I feel the knot of fear for my own future loosen a little bit more.
I KNOW that life doesn’t end at 40 or whatever. But I don’t exactly have a huge selection of examples of what might be available to me as I get older. I don’t know HOW to be old. Nobody ever tells women how you can weather menopause, handle aching joints and still continue to be awesome.
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