Just had to share another book that recently showed up at my local library (I was 29th on the “hold” list!): Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About My Neck and Other Thoughts on Being a Woman.
I had read an excerpt in a magazine and found it hugely funny, especially the parts where she laments the increasing amount of time she has to spend on “maintenance” now that she’s in her sixties — hair (wanted and unwanted), nails, exercise and skin. She also talks about purses, New York, parenting and more.
The unexpected part was a very moving account of her best friend at the end of the book. I won’t spoil it for those who might read the book, but it changed a funny read into something else. I’m still not sure how I feel about this, but I am jealous of her talent!
Nora Ephron, brilliant screenwriter of When Harry Met Sally, one of my favourite films ever, was on Oprah some time ago, talking about this book and aging. Why is it that when women age, they start to get hair where they don’t want it, like on the face? It’s curious that when people are babies, boys & girls look the same, and when we get older, women start to slide toward looking like men. I can no longer travel without my tweezers.
Sue, I too loved this book. Ephron is indeed a brilliant writer.
As for Gloria’s comment, no tweezers for me yet, but I’m surely not looking forward to sprouting unwanted hair!
Can it be that as aging men lose their hair, women find it?