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DO OLD FEMINISTS WIN?

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The Future is Female - Really?
At the Women's March in Los Angeles 2017
There it was again, one of those earth-shaking not exactly new or surprising articles online. The AgeLab informed and promised older women like myself that the future will be female. Just like that. Yeah, no kidding? I'm listening. I'm waiting!

Explaining California Bauhaus - My new Art Pillow Collection

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Swinging Pillows for my Art Pillow Collection

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"WE NEED TO TALK!" Not with Jane Fonda!

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There was a bit of a kerfuffle when that all too eager chatterbox Megyn Kelly pestered our 79 year old Jane Fonda about - yes - her obvious facial "improvements". To be sure, Jane looks terrific, there were true masters (have you noticed that the plastic surgeons are mostly men?) at work on her iconic Fonda-face. And, obviously, she wants a different face than her "natural" one. She grew up in the limelight and the tendency to keep things kinda unchanged is a given among the famous females.
Now comes the good part, and I hope it sets off a copy-cat-fever in other women who are grilled like a suspect in a murder case. Jane beamed a laser-gaze from her very blue eyes right into Megyn's bland face and snapped,  
"Do we really want to talk about this now?"

A bit of Fashion.....

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We Want Chic Clothes! Promo for PROJECT RUNWAY

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The Day Sgt. Pepper marched into My Life...

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Maybe it was even called "Beatles Day" when "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" finally arrived in the German record stores in 1967. (WHAT??? 50 Years ago?)  It was such a big event that we were like jittering kids who needed to be emotionally prepared for such excitement. In those days you didn't just get the newest records fresh off the press everywhere. No, we had to wait torturous weeks for them all: The Who, Led Zeppelin, Cream, Pink Floyd, the Stones, Bob Dylan, counting the days and weeks for their arrival. You could actually order records in your favorite record store while the lucky Brits and Americans already owned the treasures. The ritual for Beatles records was always the same. So, again, I stood in a long line in front of my fave store at 9 am, bought Sgt. Pepper and raced home as if on a mission, happily smiling in anticipation of the wonders waiting for me. This almost religious feeling of anticipation because of a pop-LP is probably inco…