You must read this post, titled “When I grow up I’m going to be an old woman.”
I so hope that none of you read my blog or are into natural foods or homesteading because you think this lifestyle will keep you looking 25 for life. Instead, how about we all just strive to be like Roxanna and be the coolest old ladies we can be? I know I’ve been fortunate enough to know a few–those special women who laugh at the notion of “aging gracefully,” wear white after Labor Day, dye their gray hair purple, talk about sex with jaw-dropping candor, and just generally have a hell of a good time, no matter what anyone else says about how they should do it. And mourning their youth? Fuggedaboutit! They’re having too much fun as devil-may-care, wheelin’ and dealin’ old ladies to give two skrits HOW old they are…or what anyone else thinks about what aging SHOULD look like.
I mean, the choice seems clear to me. You can be this:
Or, you know…this.
Are you a cool-as-hell old lady? Do you aspire to be one? Let’s discuss!