Withered Ol' Crones

[Trilby]

Originally Posted by Big Sarge

...while women are over the hill at age 25.

No, we don't become over the hill.


we become invisible. We become the hill itself. tramped on, excavated, but unloved and un-mourned, we become flat, like the landscape in some Bronte novel or dystopian universe. Pocked, marked, parts hang low that once were pretty and fresh. I think death at 25 or the "Pack of 28" is a rather good career choice. Die while you're young and beautiful. you know, you old man, Don't fear the reaper.