I don't want to create the impression that the Cupcakes are the youngest members of the department. This is not an age-related issue. Cupcakehood is the weak, whiney opposite of, say, Sweet Potato Queenhood. The youngest member of our team is not a year older than my son, luminously lovely, adorable figure and wardrobe, but she is bright and professional and a team player and excited about learning everything she can. She is not, and will never be, a Cupcake.
This is NOT about age, it's a mental attitude. Cupcakes flip out at turning 30, or 40, or any milestone age, because they've been riding their youth and perky bottoms for 10 or 20 years and fear having to be judged on their brains (ahem, often with good reason). Cupcakes learn to do one or two things competently and cling to them with all of their might, and get through their careers by smiling and hair-tossing and ass-shaking to get their way, and by scaring the crap out of men by tantrums and tears and girly meltdowns when they don't get their way. The women of the 50s and 60s knocked down barriers for all of us, and these chicks came aboard too.
They are a small minority in the working world, thank GOD, but they do exist.
And it's not age-related at the north end either. One can still be a Cupcake at 45. It's so damn sad when one is still a Cupcake at 45, but they are out there.
Just had to clarify that, lest I sound like a bitter old broad waiting for a smack from the Menopause Fairy.