Here, for your Saturday edification, is “The M Word,” a post from about a decade ago.
I have to laugh. In this post, I lost my composure over being called middle aged—back when I was 43. Ah, youth!
The post does include a quote from Paul Newman that I love even more, ten years later:
“I’m not vain and insecure like many of my fellow actors and actresses. Quite frankly, I like the way I look. I’m not jumping on the Hollywood bandwagon and turning the clock back with a facelift. So what if my face is falling apart? I don’t give a damn. Everyone thinks they can stay pretty forever, but some come out of Beverly Hills surgeries looking scary to me. Everyone in Tinseltown is getting pinched, lifted and pulled. For many, it’s become a sick obsession. They lose some of their soul when they go under the knife and end up looking body-snatched.”
I asked my son David, now 20, if he thinks I’m middle aged now. His reply: “Agh! I guess by definition . . . I do think you are!! Sorry ma!!!”
At this point, I am wildly grateful to be the age I am—every day is a gift. But surely we can come up with something better than middle aged. Help!
PS We posted this video yesterday on Facebook. I share it here because it is a brief but spectacular visit with Flossie Lewis, age 91.