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I’m a Person, Not a Smudge

January 30th, 2015

By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Associate for Boomer Humor   Why are there so many creams for women over “a certain age” that have the word “blur” in them? There’s Miracle Blur, Opti-Blur, Magic Blur, 5-Second Blur, Victoria’s Secret Blur Bra for Boobs Over 50 (okay, I made that last one up, but it’s probably on the drawing board). I don’t want to be a blur. I want to be high definition clear. That’s right, crows’ feet, soft jawline, broadening midsection, dangly boobies and all—I want those in sharp focus. I earned them and I want you to see them, dammit! It’s important... Read More

Hey, Red!

December 22nd, 2014

By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Associate for Boomer Humor    “Hey, Red!” There’s something about a redhead. I may be biased, having been born red-headed and kept up the “tradition” thanks to boxes of hair color with names such as Copper Penny, Awesome Auburn, and Hey, Who Started the Fire? What can I say, I love redheads. My first dog Copper was a “ginger” as we’re often called these days. (By the way, ginger is also my favorite spice.) Three of my best friends have had fiery hair and dispositions, as did my favorite high school and college teachers. I wanted to... Read More

Walk (in Shoes) Like a Man

February 18th, 2014

Walk (in Shoes) Like a Man By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Associate According to a Home Shopping Network pitchwoman (whom I only saw accidentally when one of my dogs rolled over on the remote and changed from the highfalutin PBS pledge drive I was watching), “Comfortable shoes are back!” Can I get a low five? Of course, the spokesperson was talking to women because most men are too smart to ever stick their tootsies in a six-inch stiletto heel with a toebox meant for a hamster’s foot, not a human’s. Given the choice between painful footwear and, say, getting their chests... Read More

It’s My Party, Where’s My Pony?

November 7th, 2013

It’s My Party, Where’s My Pony?  By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert This is my birthday month. I’ll be 36. Well, I will be if I calculate my age in base 17, which I do. That’s right, being a math geek pays off big as you get older! If you want, I can calculate your age for you as well. Just let me find my old slide rule. Many other “36”-year-olds want to forget they even have a birthday. They prefer to roll up in the fetal position in a closet and whimper softly as they contemplate their own mortality. That does NOT sound like the kind of party I want to be invited... Read More