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 contemplated moving every few months so that the AARP storm troopers won’t be able to sucker punch me with one of their unavoidable membership packages and assign me my very own congressperson to stalk about Social Security and hip replacement coverage. But I’m thinking now that I’ll just pull up a nice rocking chair in the shade and let the wrinkled bastards find me. I’m too tired to be young anymore. It’s just too much damn work.

As a person who has thrown out every single thing AARP has ever sent me, and who subscribes to Dave Barry’s feeling that they call it AARP  because that’s the last sound people make before they die…I’m wondering if I can bring myself to stop fighting wrinkles, back fat, and generalized droopiness. It sure would be easier and cheaper!

I called my mom, who is 75, to see what she thought.

“Honey,” she said, “I was just sitting here thinking about getting my eyeliner tattooed on my eyelids because I can’t see well enough to apply it every day.”

Now that I think of it, she has never been a good role model.