I pluck my chin hairs. It started out innocently enough. One tiny whisker that only I could see apparently, but over the past several years it has mushroomed to a dozen, freak show long or as bristly as my husband’s vacation stubble.
Recently, the overgrowth has migrated to my nostrils.
“What are you looking at? And why do you have those tweezers?” I asked my husband last night as he came at me like I was a game of Operation.
“That nose hair is back again.” Read Full Article
Is grizzle and paunch more sexy than long gray locks and a bit of meno-pot?
They are essentially the same thing, are they not?
Laugh lines and double chins for men are in.
But crow’s feet and waddles on women are sins.
What’s sauce for the gander should be good for goose.
Reality though is that men have choice while women still lose.
With apologies to Dr. Seuss, I poetically pondered the dilemma of “women of a certain age” and am forced to conclude that on the issue of aging, we are as disadvantaged as we seem to be at nearly every other mile marker in life. Read Full Article
Global warming really couldn’t have come at a worse time for me. Although I have spent the majority of my life in the low nineties where body temperature is concerned, in the last year I have noticed a general warming trend. It still doesn’t extend to my hands or feet, and it hasn’t yet broken out into full-fledged hot flashes, but I am not comfortable.
It began in the night. Just a few nights right around the arrival of my period. I would awaken to damp sheets and a husband clinging desperately to the edge of the bed in a futile attempt to escape the heat radiating off my body.
Within months these balmy few nights became week long events and recently, I noticed that despite the definite chill of the Canadian fall, I am still barefoot in my shoes and often without a coat. Read Full Article
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