Along with all the other things I want to do while on this sabbatical is that I decided to get radical with my hair and let it grow. Oh MAN, I can hear my girlfriends moaning and groaning about this decision! Sorry guys but I’m letting it grow, so get use to it and move on. Eventually I’ll get a trim but for now, I’m letting it all hangout.
How is it that some mature women have the hair of a twenty year old and the rest of us have no hair? The hair magazines always manage to find mature women (okay, older women) with the best head of hair. How about showing us what u can do with hair like mine? or even my mothers hair? All ten strands of it.
I would also love to grow four inches taller this year but I’m not sure that its scientifically possible? If I were taller everything else on my body would be more evenly distributed and I could stop giving Weight Watchers, The Zone, Suzanne Sommers and all those diet programs my business. I should be a stock owner in all these companies. I could have been very rich if they had given me stock everytime I lost five lbs instead of a sticker. I mean give me a break. Do I look like someone who feels good about getting a sticker on my weight card?
People think its so easy to exert will power over food. They act as if its as simple as changing from Clark Kent to Superman. Hey people WAKE UP and smell the chocolate cake. Its not easy when you’re confronted by food day in and day out and it doesn’t get any easier when we reach menapause.
Have you ever tried pushing your car while its in the parking gear? Well thats what its like trying to lose weight while in menapause. And why is it that all our problems have the word MEN in it? huh! men-apause, men-stral cycle, men-struate, men-tal illness. Guys give us a break! Have u guys ever gotten women-prostate problems? women-bowel syndrome? woman-angina? woman-erectile dysfunction? NO, we just don’t give u the headaches that we have.
But getting back to weighty issues. Don’t get me wrong there are some beautiful women out there with big, beautiful bodies and they look absolutely gorgeous. But I don’t look like them. Did you ever look at the ads for big women’s clothes? Those models do not look anything like me. They’re tall. I’m short. They can wear heels and make themselves taller. I can wear heels and give myself knee problems for a week. They have good hair, I don’t. In anycase, who designs those clothes? It has to be someone who’s color blind. Why would I want to wear gigantic lillies or lilacs on my shirt? Or paisley neon green? I don’t need clothes to get attention and I don’t want to look like I got hit by a bus. Why in gods name would I want to wear a dress that looks like it was hit by three dozen eggs? Or a baby blue jacket with tiny little balloon designs? Just because we’re big, doesn’t mean we want to look like a float.
I mean, come on designer people, get your act together. Some of those colors you’re putting together would look better in the Thanksgiving Macys Day Parade floating in the air on a string. We want soft and solid colors and we dont want shoulders that hang down to our elbows or shirts that fall to the knees. And what in gods name is it with those V-necks? I know some women like cleavage as do I, but hey, give me a break. Those necklines come down to my navel and until I come back with Grace Jones chest and Tina Turners legs, I have no intentions of looking like the next drag queen for GQ.
Okay, enough on the fashion and hair industry. Stay tune for more on life.
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