Yesterday Salon magazine had a hilarious column called Old School, written by Debra Dickerson, standing up for the idea of just letting ourselves get old and wrinkled. You know, accepting it. After all, why do we have to still be trying to keep ourselves young all the damn time?
She writes:
Once I turned 47 last year, I [...]
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Prologue
The letters come to me by the box load, carried upstairs to my office by Carl the Mailroom Guy, who drops them off and says cheerfully each time, “Well, here’s some more trouble for you to solve.”
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Chapter One
The fact is, I’m in the process of panicking in front of Dan Briggs. We’re sitting in my living room late on Sunday night, and although I only met him a month ago and nothing has been said outright, the air has a sudden crackle to it that even I know means it’s time we decided whether we’ll sleep together. We’ve kissed three times—although not yet tonight—and he’s called me on the phone five times, and we’ve gone for two walks that turned romantic. That adds up to one overdue sexual encounter by today’s rules, I believe.
