Last December, although I can scarcely believe it, I turned 75. For most women of my parents’ generation, reaching such a milestone would have marked a decade since the end of their working lives; ten years spent relaxing, looking after great-grandchildren, or helping in the community. To many, after years feeling undervalued in low-paid work, the prospect of a restful retirement was welcome. But over the past decade, a revolution has taken place. The Three-Quarters-OfA-Century Club has emerged — loud and proud, utterly glamorous and shamelessly refusing to grow old gracefully.
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