I have just spent 10 days sailing around the Aegean Sea looking at the sights. This experience has taught me that some sights are, in fact, best left unseen.
Now you might think the one pile of old ruins is pretty much the same as any other pile of ruins -- but you would be wrong. The most interesting old ruins are, in fact, not to be found ashore but right here on the boat. I refer, of course, to the phenomenon universally known as "mutton dressed up as lamb".
I can only assume that women reach a certain age at which they no longer care what they look like although, interestingly, Mrs. D clearly found some of the sights as stomach churning as I did! For example, I do admire women who take such care to insert a highlighted parting into their hair. Or a woman who, for example, doesn't seem to realise that saggy tits do not look their best in a halter neck swimsuit, or that cellulite and a high cut leg line and not a graceful combination.
There comes a time when one does not grow old disgracefully, one simply looks well past one's sell by date. There comes a time when one can look stylish only by avoiding the exposure of sagging flesh. A time when the mirror on the wall no longer tells you that you are in fact the fairest of them all even if, indeed, you ever were.
It's called maturity and it can be carried off with panache and style - provided of course that self-denial does not override common sense.
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