I will be 47 on September 15. To me, the only good thing about aging is that you no longer care about what other people think of you. It’s the total opposite of being perceived as uncool in high school just because you like the wrong bands. After a certain age, you consider it a blessing to hear and enjoy any music. If people think you are uncool, you are wise enough to say “The hell with them.”
It always pisses me off when fashion magazines tell those of us of a certain age that we are no longer supposed to wear certain things. We are adults and perfectly capable of dressing ourselves! If you don’t approve of my large ass hanging out of a bathing suit, that’s your problem, not mine. If asses bother you that much, you shouldn’t even be at the beach in the first place.
As far as the possibility of someone making fun at the way of the way I dress, I say let ‘em laugh. For years, Madonna and Britney Spears have been on Mr. Blackwell’s annual list of worst dressed celebrities. If either of them are upset by it, they have never said anything. I’d do the same thing – I would just keep on crying all the way to the bank like they do.
