What's Not to Laugh?

Almost everything about aging–except grave illness and death–can be funny as well as disturbing. I try to find the funny and help us all get through it!

Archive for the month “February, 2012”

A hairy tale of aging

In the February issue of More, an article called “Find Your Best Haircut,” covers each decade of age from the 30s through the 60s. (Note to myself: Write emails to magazines asking them to please consider aiming articles at those who have gently moved past their 60s…especially More, which was founded on the premise that older women want magazines addressing their issues.)

I love articles that offer advice on many topics, especially hair. But I wasn’t prepared for the introductory content before the flattering hairstyles were shown. It reminded us—as if we needed it—of the changes in our bodies we need to pay attention to.

“Your neck may become a little shorter. You may lose an inch or so off your height…you start to notice loss of fullness in your face…your lips are thinning. Everything is moving down—the corners of your eyes, mouth, sometimes even your nose.” This demoralizing advice has legitimacy because it comes from a dermatologist and faculty member of the American Academy of Dermatology, Dr. Paradi Mirmirani.

As if this were not depressing enough, I had to ponder: So what happens after the 60s? I don’t want to think about it. On the plus side, the article also pointed out the good news. “Hair calms down during this decade.” Frankly, I don’t’ see my hair as calm. In fact, sometimes it’s downright unruly. But maybe that’s the unwritten “hair of the 70s” part of the article. I’d like to write my own passage:

In your 70s, your hair once again becomes lustrous, thick, and manageable. Just hope it’s the first thing people notice about you and not your ever more sagging face, diminishing height, and skinny-minny lips.

To make up for the bad news More delivers in this part of the article, it features fabulous photos of Helen Mirren, Goldie Hawn, Phylicia Rashad, Susan Sarandon, and Diane Keaton—all in their 60s. Let’s watch what happens to them in the next decade, assuming no heavy-duty cosmetic surgery.


time travel, at warp speed

When did a week become four days long? When did a month start passing in about two weeks? When did a year fly by in…oh, say, three months? As I get older, I’m frightened by the way time speeds up.

I began to notice this about a year ago, on a Saturday morning. “It’s Saturday?” I thought. “Wasn’t it Saturday a few days ago?” It sure felt like we had skipped Wednesday through Friday, even as I remembered going to work on two of those days and sleeping late on the other.

Now it seems to be getting worse. Even the loveliest of occasions–like a birthday celebration or a live performance of a beloved musical–is over so quickly, there’s almost no time to savor it. Except in memories…which are also undergoing an age-related change, and not for the better.

New decade, new blog

Having determined that “Suddenly Sixties” was no longer an appropriate name for a blog that reflected my current take on the absurdities of life, I set out to create a new blog on a new platform. (After all, learning a new system is supposed to ward off dementia…one can only hope.)

The title has changed; the topics will still point out the way my life is changing or the new way I interpret what it’s been all along. I hope you enjoy what you find here and see reflections of your own life. Comments are always welcome!

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