My younger self who used to think I would do things better when I was older has been decimated.

Anyways, I think the chewing on skirts era is probably almost entirely over, but it's very new.

Didn't start chewing on skirts until perimenopause, after finding out who what's his name was, after

he started going out with what's her face.

(Why would that trigger such a response? And why did it keep on going for years and years when other things triggered it?)

Yeah, I guess the younger self has been educated.

Also, as I got older, I started to feel bad for the older women who had to live with Anne Frank sometimes. She was quite judgey! 

They lived in tight quarters.

None of them were chewing on their clothes. I guess that's a good thing.