mademoiselle

I have a new favorite purfume; it is Chanel's Coco Mademoiselle. It used to be Gap's So Pink(which in comparison to Coco is like diapers to thongs). It just so happened to dawn on me as I doused myself with this new glory scent...'Man I'm a woman!' This realization hits me probably once a day when I look at myself in the mirror and no longer see myself decked out in Stussy, rather my career professional garb. But now i am finding myself appreciating the "real stuff" of the purfume world. I wish i could come to terms with this "girl turns into woman" thing, but my world is surrounded with scary, unhappy middle-aged women who nag their husbands and have forgotten how to live, and have learned how to forget their dreams. So i am faced with this dilemma; can i wear my adult purfume and still dance
to U2 in front of the mirror? How did the middle-aged women get so far away from themselves? Did it begin with the day that they started liking adult purfume? If so...where is my receipt?