There are women all over the world who are afraid to grow old. There are multi-mational companies built firm upon this fear. At which point do we listen to what we are told? And, at which point do we ignore what we hear?! It takes so much energy to shrug off the media. It takes so much energy to diconnect the paranoia – years and year of paranoia. Well, I am not out of time. I am not running out of time. I am not out of time – I am NOT! (3,2,1) So, Let this be my PERSONAL ANTHEM to the wonder of aging, time passing and beauty and to all those anti-aging cosmetic industries, you won’t make a dime out of me. No, you won’t make a dime outta me. You won’t make a dime outta me. Y’see there’s all this target marketing, aimed to teens and twenty-somethings; “This ad was designed for ages 18-30.” I saw this sitting on the toilet recently, in a restaurant restroom while I was going pee. They catch you, naked and exposed, staring and your thighs. I thought, “here is the problem: zooming right before my unassuming eyes.” So, what happens when you grow past that target-marketing?! When you are no longer part of that ‘age ring?’ They teach you that you are no longer “it,” you are no longer “happening.” At least, this is what you can get caught thinking. As if, when you turn 31 you are no longer relevant to the current culture. As if your life is over, as if it’s done! Might as well move to Arizona or Florida, get a trailer and a poodle and wait to die in the sun!! Well, I am not out of time…. So, let this be my personal anthem… because I still fear, glance my face in random mirrors, see the lines, note the grey hairs and I know that youth obsession is everywhere. But, I’m going to fight the fear – make any age my prime at any moment in time. I’m going to dance with time, push hard against it, make it merge, make it shift, make it MINE! I’m going to dance with the time signature, I’m going to dance with her… Won’t make a Dime Outta ME!There are women all over the world who are afraid to grow old. There are multi-mational companies built firm upon this fear. At which point do we listen to what we are told? And, at which point do we ignore what we hear?! It takes so much energy to shrug off the media. It takes so much energy to diconnect the paranoia – years and year of paranoia. Well, I am not out of time. I am not running out of time. I am not out of time – I am NOT! (3,2,1) So, Let this be my PERSONAL ANTHEM to the wonder of aging, time passing and beauty and to all those anti-aging cosmetic industries, you won’t make a dime out of me. No, you won’t make a dime outta me. You won’t make a dime outta me. Y’see there’s all this target marketing, aimed to teens and twenty-somethings; “This ad was designed for ages 18-30.” I saw this sitting on the toilet recently, in a restaurant restroom while I was going pee. They catch you, naked and exposed, staring and your thighs. I thought, “here is the problem: zooming right before my unassuming eyes.” So, what happens when you grow past that target-marketing?! When you are no longer part of that ‘age ring?’ They teach you that you are no longer “it,” you are no longer “happening.” At least, this is what you can get caught thinking. As if, when you turn 31 you are no longer relevant to the current culture. As if your life is over, as if it’s done! Might as well move to Arizona or Florida, get a trailer and a poodle and wait to die in the sun!! Well, I am not out of time…. So, let this be my personal anthem… because I still fear, glance my face in random mirrors, see the lines, note the grey hairs and I know that youth obsession is everywhere. But, I’m going to fight the fear – make any age my prime at any moment in time. I’m going to dance with time, push hard against it, make it merge, make it shift, make it MINE! I’m going to dance with the time signature, I’m going to dance with her… Won’t make a Dime Outta ME!

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