So let’s get started.
- Thanks to some very good friends, I will be going to see Neil Degrasse Tyson at the Anchorage PAC in July. Or June. I’m not sure when. And it really doesn’t matter. I never understand what he’s saying but I sure do want to. And he’s so excited to try and get us to understand. I love him and don’t understand most of what he says. He’s like my Nona. I never understood her English/Italian either. OOPS! I’ve just admitted I come from immigrants. Please don’t let them arrest me.
- I recently saw a picture of Jane Fonda on the Red Carpet at the Cannes Film Festival. I would just like to announce very loudly and clearly – THAT IS NOT WHAT 88 LOOKS LIKE NORMALLY! THAT IS NOT WHAT 78 LOOKS LIKE NORMALLY! And yes, as a normal 78 year old and not a Jane Fonda 88 year old, my boobs are as flat and flabby as my upper arms. I learned to live with that as my reality. You should learn to live with it too.
- And on that same note… I am so damned tired of seeing all those boobs hanging out of fancy dresses at awards ceremonies. And those crotches. I do not find naked dresses appealing. I mean, at that point, why wear anything?
- And while old age is wonderful and to be respected and better than imagined, there is not an old woman out there who would not trade in her saggy boobs for firm, round, young ones. Everyone of us would. Everyone!
- Happy Juneteenth.