At what point in a woman’s life does she switch over to the, “Sigh. All we need is a glass of wine. oooEEEE–You all can pick the place as long as Marianne and I get our wine” vernacular? You’d think it’d be after she’s had children, because this statement is said in the same voice as many a “lord knows” or any other phrase cushioned between a couple of I’ve-lived-longer-than-you chuckles.
However, eavesdrop on an exchange between childless, middle-aged women and the “oooEEEE” is drawn out even longer. My only guess is that there is a switch in the brain, just like our Language Acquisition Device, that turns on this throaty authority as the bosom begins to sag and the middle softens further.