Realising you’re irrelevant stings the whole world over, but take heart, Young 40s. It gets better – soon you’ll just be old. A decade on from my own young 40s, no one could accuse me of trying too hard. I don’t know my Olivia Rodrigo from my Sabrina Carpenter, and I’ve stopped trying to keep up with jeans – they lost me at (honestly, way before) “horseshoe”. I’m at peace with not understanding fandom controversies or influencer gossip – I get enough drama from my own body, wondering if its newest weird development is just disgusting and embarrassing or might kill me.