Fuck yes Roseanne Barr
Oh my god her hair is the best.
love this lady.
OMG she’s AWESOME!!
Oh hell yes.

Fuck yes Roseanne Barr
Oh my god her hair is the best.
love this lady.
OMG she’s AWESOME!!
Oh hell yes.
“I am old now: gray, wrinkled, tired, and bloated, and my joints ache, too. But I am ready to come into my full destiny—as my childhood dreams predicted—as a Neo-Amazonian Pirate Queen of my own vessel: firing cannonballs at the worldwide culture of patriarchy in the name of all that does not suck”
Roseanne Barr
Love that.
I love patriarchy-butt-kicking old ladies. I’m doing my best to turn into one myself.
Julie Gillis, on lust, bodies, aging and kindness.
My ankles hurt each morning when I rise out of bed. I’ve been running more and more, perhaps in an attempt to stave off age, so that I can keep eating my fill without worry, perhaps because I’ve always been active and I don’t want to stop. I’ve found tricks to help ease those aches, stretching my calves and rolling my feet prior to placing them on my cold wooden floor. Still, the first few steps of the day indicate some strain. Perhaps the beginnings of arthritis from years of overuse; days of 5th grade ballet class, jazz in high school and modern dance in college and beyond. I read my dancing life in my ankles and knees, I carry lessons in my wrists from piano, my mouth from oboe, my shoulders from carrying stress.
The body shows age. Think about that. The body quite literally shows us where we have been, what we have done. It shows in lines and scars, in aches and fatigue. The stories of our years on this planet are written on and in our bodies. We may try to avoid it, through surgeries, exfoliation, hormone enhancement or love affairs, but the words are indelible.
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A hockey game and some words about Steve Jobs helped Lisa Hickey realize that maybe there is no wrong side of 50.
I step, tentatively, onto the ice with my hockey equipment. I had volunteered for defense because no one else would. The other team was tough, bigger than us, and they had played together, practiced together. Our team barely knew each other’s names. We had scraped together our hockey equipment from hand-me-downs from our kids.
I’m on the side of 50 most people would rather not be on, and it had been several months since I’d been on the ice. But I get out there and am able to stickhandle, pass, and know my position. As I’m going after the puck behind the net, a large, fast-skating woman comes out of nowhere. Pow! I’m down.
I really wanna know how many of us there are
(Oh great. There are exactly NINE of us!)
so old. SO OLD.
Uh. Way older.
These things floor me. There are people of all ages on the internet, yo. I am 33. It’s AWESOME.
I think this is the 3rd or 4th time I’ve done one of these. Still rockin’ 43 years
(Source: bitchesluvweed)