Who was it who once said, "Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care?" Ah, yes, that would be William Shakespeare (who, incidentally, died just three days short of his 52nd birthday -- which was considered quite old at the time).
Reorg: one of the dirtiest words in corporate lingo. Reorg implies streamlining, something good for everyone but in reality it leaves workers over the age of 50 out in the cold and jobless -- just ask most of my friends.
My worth, or any other woman's relevance, should not be based on how "hot" we are -- what I call the Breedability Quotient or BQ -- unless we subscribe to that disempowering social view that young is superior. We should honor older women; not disgrace them.
Please repeat after me: it is never OK to publicly say an unkind thing about another human being's face. If you want women in Hollywood to stop getting plastic surgery, maybe you should just stop saying negative things about their appearance, period.
My earliest memory is being asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Without hesitation, I answered, "Princess," with a capital P. This had everything to do with wanting people to do my bidding and nothing to do with wanting a pink dress.
As I sit on the bus in my striped fur Yves Salomon jacket, leggings with the knees ripped out, shod in bright red Bernhard Willhelm sandals and a smirk, I'm happily giving father time the finger, at least today. Ladies, I hope you all do the same.
With age come wisdom, courage, humility, compassion, patience and heart-healing laughter. We have earned every line on our faces because they reflect the passions of willing hearts and souls that have done some real living and are so much the richer for it.
Yes, it can be appalling to see people aging ungracefully, even desperately. And duck lips and smooth but unmovable faces can look disturbing. But what I find even more appalling is ageism. The dread of losing youth and looks, projected into disgust with those who try to fight it.
Hillary Clinton has proven she's profoundly qualified to run for president, both physically and politically, and as a woman-of-a-certain-age myself, I find the discussion of age as it relates to her ability to do anything patently offensive.
As the White House prepares its budget proposals for the coming fiscal year and the House prepares to reject them, millions of older Americans who have lost their jobs, their unemployment, and in many cases their houses, are holding out little hope of much relief.
In Hollywood or in the corporate world we're still paid less, we keep hitting the glass ceiling and we continue to try to climb the proverbial ladder. (This is for those who may have lived under a rock for the last 100 years.)
Don't get me wrong. I have a great sense of humor. And I believe young people have the right to make fun of body noises. However, we have to question why, yet again, it is the older woman who is selected for the demeaning joke.
I adore my agent. He's one of the wisest and nicest men I've ever met in my life and I trust him completely. Still, I was nonplussed. Why shouldn't my book start with the point of view of a woman in her fifties?
We are all more than the sum of our years. Whatever time you have left as a sentient being is a gift, I tell my readers. Isn't it a bit premature to pronounce a man near-comatose before you meet him, before you see what his years have taught him?
I have been a standup comedian since the fall of 1980. Back then, it was a novelty to be one. Hell, no one really understood what a standup comic was. And the only women hugely successful at that time were Phyllis Diller and Joan Rivers. My how times have changed.