Going, Going, Gray

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God hates me.  How else can I explain this going gray business?  It’s happening all over my body.  My pubic hair is going gray.  I’m noticing stray grays in my eyebrows.  I swear, my skin is going gray, too.  Isn’t gray the color of rats?  I am particularly not fond of rats, and He is turning me into one—I’m sure I noticed a whisker the other day.  Guess what color it was?  I’m telling you, God has it in for me.  Recently I looked up at the sky, and it was slate gray, for Pete’s sake!  I’m taking it personally.  On an otherwise fresh Tuesday morning not long ago, I noticed these headlines on the front page of the Los Angeles Times Business section:  Read more

Gumby is Fuzzy

Filed Under All Posts, Cathy Fischer, Humor, Style | 12 Comments

I’ll admit it. I need reading glasses.

It took some time for me acknowledge this publicly. A few years back, this was the scenario: I’d be out to dinner at a dimly lit restaurant. It was bad enough that I couldn’t hear (that’s the fashion these days, over-packed rooms with hard surfaces feigning a ‘happening’ atmosphere), but I couldn’t see, either. Casually trying to hold the menu a few inches away, then farther, a bit farther, finally at arms length—didn’t fool anyone. While my girlfriends of a similar age would whip out their fashionable specs, I would scoff because at age 48, I was still able read the fine print, in the perfect light, that is. But alas, I got older and Gumby got fuzzy. Read more

Age Envy

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Growing old gracefully just got easier for me. It happened as I was reading an opinion piece by Meghan Daum in the Los Angeles Times, in which she reflected on “society’s shallow preoccupation with physical appearance.” Like a lightning bolt, it hit me that as aging women are advised ad nauseam on how to bring back their youthful glow, the youthful glow set is acting like a bunch of middle-aged women dealing with the reality of their reflections in the morning mirror. They want to be us! Pardon me, but aren’t lines, wrinkles and sagging skin the purview of women in their fifties? Not anymore! Now women in their twenties and early thirties are running, not walking, to the swamped Botox Store to get rid of frown lines they should keep—for frowning at important things like idiotic boyfriends, vexing career moves, 650,000 civilian lives lost in Iraq and whether to spring for that sixth pair of jeans or not. As you know, once you get Botoxed and the lines disappear, so does the ability to frown. Read more

Growing Older: I’m Addicted to It.

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Hi. My Name is Prudence, and I’m a Baby Boomer.

It’s not simple being a Boomer. You have to Take It Easy – especially these days with the less-than perfect balance and vision.

You have to live One Day at a Time – I’ve never figured this out, so we’ll just pass on it.

And, you have to Keep Coming Back, It Works!

Okay, that last one is bullshit.
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Becoming 50

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“Wait until you turn 60,” a friend said to me recently. It was a dire warning of things to come because she was having a hard time with it. I tried to imagine that world of dread and loneliness (she’s single, I’m married); I tried to think back to that time, when 40 was approaching, and I wanted to hang on to my thirties—it had been a decade so full of possibilities, growth, fun and accomplishments, I didn’t want it to end. But the forties turned out to be fine, too: more possibility, more growth, more fun, more accomplishments—just getting better all the time.

As the fifth decade approached, I have to admit that the feeling of sliding gleefully into more, more, more! softened a bit as the mentally prepared for, but always unexpected changes began to kick in Read more

Entering the Blogosphere

Filed Under All Posts, Cathy Fischer, Courage | 9 Comments

I was high atop the clouds last summer on a 757 heading to Chicago for the annual BlogHer conference, a gathering of mostly women who believe, strongly, that they have something to say.

Will I have something to say as I am catapulted into the world of commentary, citizen journalism and navel-gazing? I hope so. I think so. I know so. For backup, I have enlisted the help of some articulate, powerful, funny, sexy and smart voices. Other women, friends of a ‘certain age,’ whose reflections make me sit up and take notice, wonder aloud, laugh, get enraged and engaged in life—mid-life.

Fifty is the new… is a new state of mind. As we try to figure out how to live our best lives, we struggle with personal, professional and physical changes. Unlike the women of Wisteria Lane or “reality” shows, we use our hard-earned wisdom for good, not evil. And we support one another as a community of like-minded individuals going through similar discoveries, delights, frustration and joy.

We come together to reflect on what it’s like to be a woman in her fifties who sometimes feels like it’s still the ‘70s. So when the mirror ball of life is throwing diamonds against the wall, we can dance on into the night to “Stayin’ Alive”, singing “I will survive… hey hey,” all the while chanting, “I am woman, watch me roar,” only with better hairdos, improved Lycra and less make-up, thank goodness.

We’ll be exploring a myriad of topics including and not limited to: work, play, love, family, relaxation, stress, societal pressures, politics, health and beauty, arts and culture, food and even shopping—whatever tickles our fancies, pisses us off, or makes us ask WTF? with the perspective of keeping it real—staying young and healthy in heart and mind.

Boomers beware! It’s time for a girlfriendly point of view from real women who are hip, smart, reflective and fun—aging gracefully and with a sense of humor. Meet the Bloggerinas >

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