Wherever, it was obviously a better paying gig.
But thanks to lots of
pressure demands threats concern from my friends, I'm ready to give this blogging thing another go. Well, that, plus I have a lot of stuff to crab about.
I recently perused the May 2010 copy of More magazine. If you're not familiar with More, it's a publication for "mature women," allegedly to encourage them to stay hip and relevant and to celebrate aging. (As if.)
I could take the magazine a lot more seriously if they didn't always feature surgically enhanced 40-year-old actresses who celebrate aging by getting back into their size 2 jeans. Forty isn't even "mature," in my book. If you're young enough that your ovaries are still working and your knees don't look like they've grown an eyelid of thigh skin, you have no business calling yourself a mature woman. More would gain a lot more readers if, once in a while, they featured a 65-year-old woman with a face resembling a Basset hound who gave in and bought bigger size pants because she refuses to give up real butter.
Anyway. This particular issue of More included interviews with some comediennes and female comedy writers, and this statement by Sherri Shepherd struck a chord with me:
"Comedy is an art form where you have to be imperfect. That's what makes you funny. Young and pretty isn't as funny as old and pissed off about it."
Mm hm. Which is why my next post, about the challenges of aging, is going to be titled, "Survivor: AARP."