Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Middle Aged Man's Angst (Do we really care?)

Considering all that women have to go through in middle age, should we care about a middle aged man's angst? Well, Richard Russo does in his new book, That Old Cape Magic. His main character has angst out the ying yang. His name is Jack Griffin and is married to Joy and they have a daughter, Laura. And Jack has one hell of a set of parents. College professors as snobby and uppity as one can be without having any money. They always vacation on the Cape. When they're crossing the Sagamore Bridge, they begin to sing "That old cape magic" to the tune of "that old black magic". They always looked for a summer home but found them to be either "wouldn't take it as a gift" or "can't afford it!" Joy comes from a large, loving family where all of the children's names begin with "J". Jack can't stand them and they can't stand him. Jack never lets Joy and Laura have anything at all to do with his parents. Then Laura's best friend gets married and then Laura is to get married, and the marriage that Jack and Joy have cobbled together, gets uncobbled, or as Griffin puts it, "that he and Joy where now out of plumb". Read more...

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Cause of Global Warming? Hot Flashes

No, this really isn't about global warming but about middle aged women and life as we know it. But I do believe that if you put all of the pre, post and the mist of, menopausal women together, you would see a sharp increase in the heat of the earth.  And if a man were to stumble on this gaggle of sweating, red faced, grouchy women, I'd get the hell out of there! But back to the topic of middle aged women.  Someone sent this to me and I thought I'd pass it along. But I don't know who wrote it. So, I can't give credit where credit is due. Life as middle aged women know it

Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.

In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.  Read more...