I’ve been meaning to post the lyrics to You’re Aging Well forever. It’s a song written and performed by a woman I went to college with, Dar Williams.
Perhaps these particular type of indignities are increasing in frequency because it’s summertime and I’m wearing less, which, floppy, fish-white Formerly body be damned, I intend to continue to do. This morning’s pre-coffee atrocity:
CHRIS WROTE: I got an email and picture from a former classmate and almost went into cardiac arrest! This person looked “old”. The white hair, wrinkles, the whole enchilada as they say!! No No, this can’t be.
JULIE WROTE: My 87-yr-old mother in law reminds me that compared to her I am young and beautiful so “shut up and enjoy it!!!”
AMY WROTE: Waiting in line with all the 21-year-olds who were dressed up in 80s clothes–they were BORN the year I graduated from high school! There is no way I am wearing 80s clothes again- I did that. I lived it and loved it, and to them it is just this retro trendy kitsch thing. Good lord, I could be their MOM!
I don’t happen to know too many French people here in New York, so of course I treat the few that I do like they are the spokespeople for their entire country.