Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Someone Needs To Tell You.

And of course, that someone will have to be me.

Hey you, lady, on your way to work. The one who looks to be 65-years-old if you're a day. Yeah you. Listen up and listen good.

I'm impressed that you've been able to maintain a decent figure well into your twilight years, really I am. In fact, I'm 100% certain you're in better shape than I am. But please, for the love of Christ...


Seriously, there should be an expiration date on those things. Like once you turn 50 you need to relinquish those bad boys! It just doesn't look good. Not at all. And the salesperson who let you leave the store with a skirt that BARELY COVERED YOUR THIGHS should be shot.

That is all.

*smooches...with my legs appropriately covered at age 32*
It might be ageist of me
but really-
who wants to see
grandma in a micro-mini??