Here are a few examples–I’m not saying I’ve experienced them all first-hand–I’d love to hear some of yours.
Tattoos. Now there is something that must have seemed like a really cool idea at the time. The number of ‘women of a certain age’ with tattoos that they acquired in the sixties or seventies is huge. So are many of the women, with tattoos on their butts that have taken on alarming shapes. Men, too, of course, but we seem to tolerate inappropriate body art on men. On them it just looks, well, a little out of touch. On ‘women of a certain age’ however, it whispers of a certain … wild past. On second thought, maybe that’s a good thing. I take it all back.
Haircuts. Oh My Dog, the haircuts–or perms, or colours–that were going to make a wonderful statement about the ‘new you’… Even after the hair grows out or gets cut off, there are always Photos! And what the hell are hairdressers thinking when they agree to give a guy a comb-over? Did Donald Trump’s highly paid hair professional really think his ‘do’ was a good idea at the time? At any time? You guys with comb-overs, stop it!
Buying Anything from the Reader’s Digest Book Club. Okay, it looked like it would be a one-off subscription at the time. You could cancel at any time. Right? Well, yes, but did they mention you would be on their mailing list Forever?
Getting a long-haired cat. Unless you fancy knitting a feline-fur bedspread, forget it.
Passwords and PINs. Making up the most obscure password/PlN that you can think of–but that nobody else can think of–and then writing it backwards on a bandaid and sticking it inside your left hiking boot where no one will ever find it is a great idea. Except the operative word in the previous sentence is no one. That mostly just means you.
That’s it for now. I’ve gotta go get some spare keys cut, to replace the ones I hid outside last January. MM