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(watercolor on paper, 11X14, 2008)
Now that I'm getting a bit long in the tooth I'm beginning to contemplate how I would like to age, as in 'gracefully' or 'else'… What I'm realizing is that I don't want to age at all. I like the fact that I'm getting wiser with age, but I wish I didn't also have to be getting wider; a rather unfortunate fact of life. I'm not sure if it's the overall culture in our society that's making me feel so apprehensive about the aging process or if it's just my superficial little ego afraid to let go of its precious looks. At least I'm not a hypocrite pretending that I welcome an advancing old age and can't wait to get older with grace and style.
I know that I'm going to try to hold on to my youth for as long as I can. …even if it makes me look ridiculous. I'd probably be that older chick with long bleached hair, short dress and a pierced eye-brow that everyone stares at in bewilderment. I wouldn't care either. I think it's wrong that as a society we constantly make fun of the middle-aged tanned men in red convertibles and of aging women who lost control of their facial muscles due to Botox and have bosoms of eighteen-year-olds. After all, how can anybody be expected to age gracefully in a culture obsessed with perpetual youth and sex appeal? I'm just hoping that by the time I'm in my fifties we'll have some kind of gene therapy to make us all look and feel young. I can only hope…
"I don't conquer, I submit."
"All great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction."
"Because over the past few years, more money has been spent on breast implants and Viagra than is spent on Alzheimer's Disease research, it is believed that by the year 2030 there will be a large number of people wandering around with huge breasts and erections...who can't remember what to do with them."