Wrinkle Day

I don’t mind getting older because the alternative is death, but that’s where my tolerance ends.

I don’t like taking pills to maintain bodily functions.  I don’t like waking up at four in the morning and not able to go back to sleep.  I don’t like peeing a bit when I cough or sneeze. (sometimes, not ALL the time)

And I don’t like getting wrinkles. Wrinkles on my face, my neck, my hands…they’re annoying and distract me from believing I’m still an attractive, smart, capable woman.  They distract other people from seeing it as well.  I get 20 year old dental hygienists calling me “sweetie” and patting my shoulder, bag boys asking if I need help to my car (I used to not mind that) and sales clerks directing me with,”you might like some things in THIS part of the store” (sweetie, pat, pat).

I’m fifty freaking eight, not a hundred and two!

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Photographer Unknown

In her later years, my paternal grandmother, had the most beautiful network of wrinkles on her face.  A Kentucky farmer, she worked in the sun most of the day, working the tobacco and tending to the large vegetable garden out behind the stable. Long before sunscreen, she wore a bonnet to keep the sun out of her eyes, more than protecting her face, and never used anything other than Corn Husker’s Lotion to soothe rough or reddened areas of skin.   My sisters and I used to help her by pulling the seedlings from the fabric covered beds so my dad and Aunt Hazel could set them in the field.  We tormented the caterpillars dining on our tomato plants, dug potatoes, picked and shelled peas and counted our sweat bee stings.  The one with the most was the winner as long as she didn’t cry.

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The American painter Georgia O’Keeffe, 1967 (Photo by Philippe Halsman)

Wrinkles, although probably not welcomed, were accepted, like the hard wind and rain that came in late spring, washing deep gullies in the plowed fields. Honestly, I think a face with wrinkles can reveal so much about a a person.  A testament to their life’s adventures, to their “hard wind and rain.”

It’s deemed unacceptable today.  Wrinkles are bad.  We must minimize, abbreviate, eliminate, and eradicate.  We spend thousands to do this, without much success.  It makes me mad (frown line) to see the commercials depicting young, smooth skinned women, touting a product that   reveals their “younger, smoother, looking skin.  Big Woo!

I don’t hate wrinkles.  I just don’t like getting them one…by one…by one.

I propose, “Wrinkle Day”

In my perfect world, no one would get a single wrinkle anywhere, until they wake up on their 65th birthday. Then VOILA!  All  of the wrinkles they will ever get in their lifetime will appear on their face.  No one could postpone or avoid it. No miracle creams, syringes or surgical procedures could change it.

One thing I know for sure. If there is something that is inevitable for everyone, everywhere.  Society will put a positive spin on it.  It will be a day of celebration, Wrinkle Day parties with a cake and presents, photographers, caterers, friends, booze and medicinal marijuana, in certain states.  Wrinkle Day greeting cards, T-shirts and restaurant specials will all boost the economy and make old people feel good about the arduous process of aging.   It can become a fundraising event for sexagenarian charities.  “Guess how many wrinkles the mayor will get on his Wrinkle Day!  Dollar A Guess! (Ten for $7)

Sexagenarian, yes it is the word for people in their 60’s.  We don’t use it often now, but individuals will embrace it on Wrinkle Day.  This would open up a whole new path for the personal intimacy market, i.e. vibrating canes, silver streaked dildos, two seater, walk-in tubs and edible Depends. Well, maybe not that last one.

I’ve just purchased www.wrinkleday.com and am ready to begin a mass marketing campaign once I figure out how to make it all happen. I believe with the exploration of geonomics and the determination of this aging quinquagenerian there is hope for the future of Wrinkle Day.

It makes me happy just to think about it. (crows feet)

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Photographer Unknown

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