…on aging as a woman

'Do you mind if I ask how old you are?' It was an off-the-cuff question from an eighteen year old boy. He faltered a little by the end, realising too late that he might be breaking etiquette, crossing a line. I'm his employer. It's none of his business. I probably should have reminded him of that. Instead, I laughed. I'm a modern woman, right? This question shouldn't scare me. 'I turned fifty...