Sixty vs Fifty

I was freaking myself out last night looking at pictures of myself from this blog on the day I turned fifty. That reminds me, I can do posts like “Ten Years Ago on this Blog.” Could be fun occasionally. Anyway, I was mostly happy turning fifty because I mostly looked as good as I ever did.

It’s simply not true anymore. I look absolutely fine for sixty, even great for sixty, so I’m still mostly okay, but if I posted a side by side, which I’m not going to do, you’d see why I was freaking out last night.

I am not Helen Mirren. My goal now is to become a person who doesn’t give a fuck. I think that, more than anything else, will make me look as attractive as I’m capable of being.

Some kids at what looks like a graffiti party. I forget where!

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Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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5 thoughts on “Sixty vs Fifty

  1. When I used to tell my Dad that age was just a number, he would say, “not after you hit 80.” So you have a way to go yet. 😉

  2. Ack. Scary. I don’t want to think about that, but I guess we’re lucky if we get there.

    Dave, technically it’s just fine, and yet, I’m still mulling it over. 60 …

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