You are talking about the fountain of youth, and cancer; and I’m talking about walking a few times a week, eating better, getting some more flattering clothes, a new hairdo, and some better looking glasses or contacts.
As to your prostate cancer-filled revenge fantasies, I’ve got nothing. Seek help.
Now, I’m off to Walmart to marvel at how many of the people would have been leaner and better dressed a generation ago, but can’t be because we have since lost the fountain of youth.
Don't think so. She might be able to look a little better, but I never thought she was as ugly as you seem to think she is. She'd still be sixty.
There is no competing with a younger woman if a younger woman is what the husband wants, whether he's left the keys in the car or whatever. As for revenge fantasies, Paula has to turn sixty, also, someday if she is fortunate enough to. Maybe we'll check back in to find she's finally transformed into a man to match her manhands, biceps and manjaw.
Duty, honor, country. What a crock.