I Hate My Arms
Sandra Bullock at 52 looks incredible. Did you see her tumbling around in her undies in “Gravity?” Not a wisp of cellulite. How does she do it?
Nora Ephron hated her neck. I HATE MY ARMS.
And I don’t care how much yoga, how many push ups, or bar exercises anyone does, if you are over 50–– let’s say 60 for those ex-ballerinas––they have to be covered up. I won’t even discuss the wrinkly bits in the elbow creases.
My question is: why don’t designers make more dresses with LONG SLEEVES? Don’t we count? As if we’re supposed to stay indoors in the summer or wear a cardigan to go out––“a cardi” as my mother would say, but that was in England and it didn’t matter. With those treacherous summers you’d better a take “woolly” and a “mack” as well. And what about cocktail dresses (yes, I still wear them) – how about something slinky that also covers those sandpaper elbows? We’re not dead yet!
AFTER WHAT EXACTLY?