I went to a party the other night, Pats, and I thought I looked so gorgeous, so cool, darling, and I just flirted and was loud and cool all night, darling, yeah, I was Kathleen Turner and Marisa Berenson. I came home, I looked in the mirror, …and …I was entirely annihilated. My hair had sort of gone flat and parted itself in the middle and had a bit of food here [she points to side of her head], …don’t know how I got it…. No lipstick, …eyes like pinholes… I looked like a two-hundred year old, Red Indian, dead, duh-warf. Eddy, in AbFab‘s Birthday episode (Take this test, btw; I’m Patsy — big surprise, heh….)
I can totally relate to Patsy’s best friend Eddy though…
I put a mirror near my desk in the kitchen where we do all of our school work, desk work, ya-da-ya-da-ya-da, that stuff. Look up sometime when you’re thinking hard. Yegods! I thought Hallowe’en was over!! Eyes like pinholes, 200 year old dead what’s-it, yup, that’s about right. That’s me. How in hell did I get this old? I thought all those substances were supposed to kill me years ago…!
PS: I’m older than Birthday, so it’s even worse….
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I’ve decided that that is not me in the mirror. I refuse to accept those lines and the extra chin. It’s not my face, I just have to shave it in the morning.
Here’s my unified theory of why women (generally) don’t have beards: since we’re (supposedly) so much vainer than men, we’d be tempted, in desperation over this alienation, er, ageing process, to cut off our heads with the razor. Hey, it would solve the problem of what shade of lipstick to wear! 😉
But all kidding aside: isn’t it weird how your post-puberty speaking voice stays the same year after year? Unless you’re Marianne Faithful or Joni Mitchell, who smoke(d) or drink/drank enough to change their voices from soprano to Mafia Don, it will stay forever young. Now that I find uncanny.
AbFab is marvelous – my ex turned me on to it while we were still together – of course it is British humour and we canucks seem to get a handle on that stuff better than our neighbours to the south.
It’s one of the joys of not having tv-reception w/out being averse to popular culture per se: you get to watch dvd’s or videos you really like. And AbFab is definitely a favourite in our house (along with the Avengers, Black Adder, and Peter Sellers’s Pink Panther portrayals, and the complete Monty Pythons, and… well, you know: all the ironic 2-edged humour that cuts deep — bwahaha!)
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