A reader writes to advice columnist Dixie, “I met someone online, but heard through the grapevine she’s from a bad crowd. Should I still date her?” Are you a woman over 40? Submit your questions to Dixie—she’ll respond with kindness and no bullshit in equal measure.

A reader writes to advice columnist Dixie, “Is it selfish to let certain friendships fall away?” Are you a woman over 40? Submit your questions to Dixie—she’ll respond with kindness and no bullshit in equal measure.

A reader writes to advice columnist Dixie, “I’m in my 50s and still self-conscious. Aren’t I supposed to be confident by now?” Are you a woman over 40? Submit your questions to Dixie—she’ll respond with kindness and no bullshit in equal measure.

A reader writes to advice columnist Dixie, “I’m scared I’m not good enough for him.” Are you a woman over 40? Submit your questions to Dixie—she’ll respond with kindness and no bullshit in equal measure.

For most of my life I worked on a neutral face that didn’t look mean or unappealing in order to appease the smile bullies. After 50, I’ve moved into a protected class: females who no longer owe anyone a sweet expression.

Hi, my name is Dixie and I’m addicted to TV mysteries. (Hi Dixie.) I’ve been engaged and comforted by television whodunits since I was a little girl, and I have no intention of stopping, or even trying to stop watching now. From Perry Mason to Columbo, you get something from these TV series you don’t, and […]

I’m here to say it’s about time my mons veneris was venerable, that our labia majora were considered major… you get the idea.

How did I plan to become a teacher-turned-weight lifter-turned-TV producer to writer? That’s the thing, I didn’t. Nothing was planned, but it all worked because I worked at it.

Aging happens to all of us, and it’s not a death sentence. OK, it is a death sentence, but again, it happens to all of us, so stop being babies and let’s start being old ladies.

Boomers are the first generation of women to seek marriage and self-fulfillment.