12.29.04

I am agog.

Yesterday I received an invitation to subscribe to a magazine "for women over 40."

Blazed across the top of the mailing in demographically correct, large, pale blue, serif print (easier for us old fogies to read without our bifocals) were the words, "You go girl."

I think not.

Wait a sec'. Some marketing firm knows my age? Oh jesu kreest stuffed with potato salad.

Unless the magazine contains step-by-step directions for an easy, no risk, legal or illegal way to make millions of dollars and not pay taxes (just like the big corporations), I ain't interested. Hell, they can kiss my nicely-rounded, firm, white ass.

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