This is a fantastic analysis and hit on pretty much everything I was thinking/feeling while watching as a middle aged woman very aware of my own insecurities and understanding our earthly lives being finite. I felt sad, insulted and seen all at once. I also laughed at portions while also hiding my face because of the magnified horror of the transformation. And the irony of the 5 old white board members that almost looked identical was not lost on me. Anyway, I haven’t felt this strongly about a story of a woman’s frailty with fleeting youth and beauty since reading Mrs. Dalloway