Sitting in a Broadway theater the other night I noticed an incredibly well dressed woman sitting in front of me. She was wearing fabulous butter soft leather pants, and a tiny form fitting sweater. Her waist was held together with an oversized belt with a dazzling clasp. Her body had an attitude of a 20-something year old, but then I saw her face. It was like intravenous Botox, her lips so swollen they looked like she bought them in wax from economy candy. Her skin tight without a line or wrinkle, but also without expression. She tried to laugh, but it was impossible, the mask was relentless. What was she thinking? She was preening and strutting like a peacock. I know she thought she looked great. Why do woman do this, it had to hurt…I wonder if she could chew with lips that size?
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