It is hard to know what is best when faced with our own inevitable journey into old age. I don’t know who is smarter – those who embrace the lengthening of years by wearing the sweatshirt with the bird appliqué on the front, or those who deny the aging process by wearing the tube top that was meant for a twelve year old. Either way it all comes down to fashion. There are women who have given up on trying to hold it all in by changing out their jeans for elastic waste pants and their strappy sandals for something with a protective steel toe. They seem to be shouting that they have lived past a certain age and they want the world to know they are proud of it. On the other end of the spectrum is the woman who has exchanged breathing for the jeans that force her rear end up into her shoulder blades. She doesn’t notice the discomfort for the distraction her numb toes are causing inside her four inch, weapon like heels. While some women are plucking, bleaching, tucking and sucking it all in, others are enjoying the fact that they have slipped into that “comfortable” age when they can relax and let their mustache grow. There has to be some place in the middle where we can age gracefully and with a modicum of dignity. I’m just not sure it is in this hemisphere.
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