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Adult Women
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Don’t get excited. This isn’t about porn.
(I’m working on that one.)

It’s about how women who are “over the hill”
(or as I prefer to call us “veterans of life”) are supposed to look.

According to the fashion gurus — conservative and bland.

Who decides who’s “over the hill” anyway?
Men who are over the hill themselves?

At the Oscars they usually bring out an older actress who’s “over the Hollywood hill” (which means she’s not in her twenties). She’s usually wearing a jacket and some sequins. Everybody stands up and claps.

Most older women have a jacket and something with sequins somebody gave them for Christmas. Nobody ever stands up and claps for them. Kids don’t even stand up and give them their seats on buses and trains.

Older women should get acting awards. They act all the time. On the outside they act to be liked and not to make waves while inside they often want to scream…

Some women defied convention even when they weren’t spring chickens.

Frieda Kahlo never shaved her mustache.

Katherine Hepburn never gave up wearing pants.

Joan Crawford never plucked her eyebrows.

Carmen Miranda never wore a babushka.

Ladies, they’ll never be a better time for you to have “your time.”  Rebel!  You’re not beige.

After all the things you’ve done for others all your life you should get an award.

And you should have the freedom to wear what you want.  Don’t let other people tell you how you should look. Don’t fade into the background in beige.

Wear red. Gone are the days when Bette Davis wore a brazen red ball gown in “Jezebel” when virgin girls were supposed to wear white and so lost Henry Fonda, the man she loved.

Be Ava Gardner in red seducing a bullfighter (or a bull…or Sinatra or anybody standing around), even if you feel like Margaret Hamilton in The Wizard of Oz.

As long as you close your mouth when you chew and you don’t drool, wear whatever the hell you want.

The older I get, the braver I get. My fashion look is Early Bag Lady though I prefer to call it Gypsy Chic (lol). I have blue eye shadow days when my grandkids don’t want me to get out of the car. Sometimes I laugh. I colored my hair purple a month ago. My husband still hasn’t noticed. Trust me, one of these days I’ll make him sorry.

My only advice to you is don’t listen to the fashion gurus. Or to me. But forget fitting in. Forget beige. Forget being nice. EXPLODE!

Want to make a big change in your wardrobe and put some va-va-voom in your life without spending a penny?  Raise your bra straps two inches.

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Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)