The private room at the back of the house. The velvet banquette. The second bottle, a 1996 Krug Clos du Mesnil, because we're not leaving yet.

You know those conversations. Late enough that the posture softens, honest enough that someone finally says the thing everyone's been thinking. The dinner party's over and only the interesting people are left. The room is warm. Someone pours another glass. Someone says something true.

That's what this is. Smart women, good wine, sharp talk. Still elevated, still us, but looser. A little unfiltered. A little bit mischievous. Saturday evenings.

Tonight's pour: Champagne. Salon Blanc de Blancs. They only make it in exceptional years, and this feels like one.

The Rooms You're Still Performing In

You retired her years ago. The woman who laughed at jokes that weren't funny, who made herself smaller so someone else could feel large, who stayed an extra hour because leaving felt like a statement.

You thought she was gone, but she's not. She's just showing up in rooms you haven't audited yet.

The committee you joined because you couldn't find the no. The group text you mute but won't leave. The annual dinner you dread for six weeks and recover from for two.

The performance isn't always obvious. Sometimes it looks like enthusiasm, and sometimes it just looks like "of course" when you mean "absolutely not."

The women I admire figured something out: the exit doesn't require an announcement. You just stop showing up, and when people ask where you went, you don't explain. You don't owe anyone the autopsy of a version of yourself they should never have met.

You're allowed to leave, even the rooms with your name still on the door.

CURRENTLY: The plain white tee is being reconsidered, and not the $12 three-pack. The $95 single from James Perse, Khaite, and The Row are selling out in January, which never happens.

BETWEEN US: We spent a decade accumulating, and now we're replacing one piece at a time, better than before.

CURRENTLY: Brown lipstick is back, but not the 1990s frost. Something warmer. Chanel's "Naturally Brown" and Westman Atelier's "Minx" are both waitlisted.

BETWEEN US: A strong lip and not much else. It reads as confidence, not effort.

The closet purge isn't about owning less. It's about owning fewer things that disappoint you.

CURRENTLY: The life admin conversation finally broke through. Viral essays on the mental load, and Fair Play decks sold out again.

BETWEEN US: The problem was never that he doesn't help. It's that you're still project manager of a household you didn't agree to run alone.

CURRENTLY: Senior women are quietly declining LinkedIn recommendations, and "I'm not active on the platform" is now a complete sentence.

BETWEEN US: The professional favor economy is under review.

The spreadsheet didn't fix it, but the conversation might.

CURRENTLY: Sleep tourism is real. Destination spas are adding programs with no fitness and no cleanses, just beds and someone who dims the lights at 8pm.

BETWEEN US: We optimized everything else, and rest was the last frontier.

CURRENTLY: The standing weeknight dinner is replacing the group chat. Same four people, same restaurant, first Tuesday, and no negotiating.

BETWEEN US: The logistics of friendship were killing the friendship, and the ritual fixed it.

The woman who naps without apologizing is the woman we're all becoming.

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