I Won't Live Long Enough to See Myself in This Hairdo

Lexington Avenue, Near the W Hotel, NYC ~ May 18, 2009, 6:15 p.m.

But is it an old-lady given? I think it is.  At this age your choices become:

1) Beauty-parlor, back-combed, teased, curled, and sprayed helmet 

2) Au natural, patchy-bald, a la baby-bird

3) One (or several) fierce wig (s) 

Ok. Can you leave the matching bags and her loud coat/strange square bum crack out of it for a second and concentrate on the hair?

Lexington Avenue, Near the W Hotel, NYC ~ May 18, 2009, 6:15 p.m.

Didn't think so. Look, people. Growing old is rough. And growing old gracefully is a most difficult task for any living thing, but the world is a particularly cruel place for an old lady. Here she is, someone who was quick on her feet (note pic #2, folks passing her left and right on the street) and fertile once, someone who most likely has given life to others, a woman who was once flush with real live blush in firm dewy cheeks and up to the chin in relentlessly bouncy boobies, and now, well.  Now, nobody pays attention to her. And when they do, 9 times out of 10, it's never for a good reason. Think about it. How often do you hear, "Hey, that old lady doesn't smell like pee!" Not much. 

Viva old ladies. May you never smell like pee.