"Beyond expired." At the age of thirty-nine, I find myself labeled as "beyond expired." An antiquated relic in the eyes of a culture and society that sets arbitrary expiration dates for women. I'm often referred to as a prehistoric dinosaur with anger issues and a wasted uterus, but I've never really subscribed to such a mindset, and I NEVER WILL! I've never bought into the notion that women have an expiration date marked by marriage and motherhood by the age of twenty-five. And if not by twenty-five at least by thirty-five because IF NOT it will NEVER[...]