What’s the opposite of The Princess and the Pea? Is it The Pathetic 20-Something Girl and the Pullout Sofa? I was the latter for two long years in my shoebox-size New York City studio apartment. So, you can imagine my happiness — and, frankly, pure relief — when I could afford to move and finally buy my very first bed. This was back in the fall of 2000, and I still recall dragging my new roommate to a fluorescent-lit showroom close to our neighborhood and picking a mattress in under 10 minutes. “Don’t you want to test a few more?” she asked. “Nope!” I said. “If it’s rectangular and freestanding, I’m sold.” I plunked down my Visa and called it a day.
For the next 21 years, that nondescript queen-size mattress was rock-bottom on my priority list. I changed boyfriends, apartments, jobs. I even made a point to switch to a fancy bedframe in 2015. But my eyes glazed over during every single cheesy mattress TV commercial. There was nothing sexy about purchasing a mattress, even though I was literally having sex on it. There was nothing pressing about purchasing a new mattress, even though I was literally pressing my body on it and waking up exhausted.
Only after my slightly horrified friend sent me her generous discount code for a luxury mattress did I reluctantly buy a new one. Now that I’ve slept on my new bed for a few months, I can confirm a couple of things:
1. I am a moron for waiting so long to upgrade.
2. Investing in a good mattress is the single-most important splurge a woman can make in her 40s.
Put it this way: Are you carrying that chic designer purse for, like, eight hours a day, every day? Does an exotic vacation hold up for years? Does a refrigerator that manufactures four different shapes of ice ease your physical pain? Exactly. In fact, you don’t even have to schlep to a showroom anymore, as many mattresses are now available online with extended home trials and money-back guarantees. So here’s my pitch to you, and I swear I have no financial stake in any mattress company.