The only possible explanation for my not having explored
this extraordinary woman's blog till now is that its name made me want to chew my own hand off. Why would a weight-liftin', furniture-paintin', conservative-bashin', sexist-trashin', totally-out-there woman like this want to build a self-deprecating joke about her
perfectly good age, her
ideal age (ahem), into the actual name of her blog?
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And it wasn't even the v#brat#or I minded so much. I get very cross with women (including myself from time to time, on abject days) who seem to feel the need to apologise for being our age. The bod may be in a state of collapse (this is how that woman began lifting weights; the story's in the archives somewhere) but the rest of one is just starting to come good.
I'm sorry, I would have liked to have put that another way.
I read about her being bloated and then looked at the photographs. I think my left leg is bigger than her.
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