Doesn't feel like it. Only if I add up all the different lives I have had does it begin to feel persuasive.
I still feel confused every time I look in the mirror.
But I remember being on a Code Pink march against the war in Iraq. Very early on in the war in Iraq. Talk about things being a long time ago... So we're on this march, heading down through Dupont Circle, and this chant goes up:
Tell me what democracy looks like.And I look in the mirror at my thick titian hair and ridiculously perky nipples and think: Yup. This is what 60 looks like.
This is what democracy looks like.
And how does a 60-year old with wild titian hair and embarrassingly perky nipples spend her birthday? Well, M-- and the rest of the gang are taking me to dinner at our favorite restaurant for family outings. But I may have to sit down very carefully.
Because I usually go home for lunch. And today, my demon muse will be meeting me there.
I don't think I'll be doing much eating.