A couple of generations ago when women reached a certain age (usually in her 40s) they took a back seat. Resigned to adult responsibilities and not being the center of attention, the beginning of middle age was the beginning of the end. With few role models and very little positive representation in the media, a woman over 40 was considered to be done, finito, end of story. I think of my life right now in my mid 40s and I am faaaaaaar from being done and cast aside. Nope, uh-uh! I’m definitely not ready to call it quits and hang up my high heels. I’ve worked too hard and too…