Like the clever intellectual in The Princess Bride, I have slowly been building up a tolerance for Irrelevence. It started in Junior High, when I didnt get to asked to dance. For a few brief years in my late 30s, it went away, like a chronic rash I didn't know I had. Then, I hit 47 and became a committed childfree, grandchild-free, over-educated white lady and man, did the air get sucked out of the room when I offered an opinion. I'm used to irrelevance now, and being invisiible, at 56. I am plotting how to use my invisibility superpower for world domination (even though I would rather be able to fly). Watch out kids, these washed out colors don't run!