Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Dear Women "of a certain age",

You're well past your teenage years and you've got no chance of anyone carding you for alcohol anytime soon, so why do you insist on tarting yourself up like a baby prostitute? You can paint your cheeks seventy-five shades of bright pink and buy the spendiest mascara on the planet and it won't make you look any younger. And, just FYI, those sparkly jeans and the halter top, aren't doing you any favors either.

Listen, no one looks at a '65 Mustang and mistakes it for an '05 Mustang - no matter how cherry the paint, how shiny the chrome or how supple the interior - it just doesn't happen. But that's not to say that there's not something classic and beautiful about a '65 Mustang - people admire those for their lines and character, not for their stock cd players and automatic windows.

Why not work with what you have? Rock what you've got. Seriously, if you would just acknowledge and accept the age that's on your driver's license, you could spend ages less time grooming.

I'm just sayin',

me

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