The late Nora Ephron felt bad about her neck – she even wrote a book about it. I totally forgot about mine until it was too late. It happened overnight. When I was 53 I woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and was shocked to discover that my formerly long, lean neck now resembled a slouching sports sock. For years I had been dutifully applying hundreds or probably thousands of dollars worth of creams, oils, serums and even stem cell potions to various parts of my body with reasonably good results but I forgot all about my neck. Just assumed it would always be what it was. Since that initial shock several years ago, I’ve been trying to compensate, even beseeching the Goddess of Necks, Pernicious, to help me out but she’s unforgiving. I’ve tried manipulating the folds by lifting, pulling and smoothing the offending area with my fingers. If I clipped a clothespin to a vertical section of flesh at the nape of my neck I appear as I once did, but unfortunately I would never be able to face anyone in profile or from the back. And that clothespin hurt. Surgery is just too scary and expensive and I don’t want friends to know I’m that vain. I could become a Muslim and hide everything but my eyes under a veil. But then I could never visit Quebec or France. So I’ve decided I’ll just put on a smile and pretend I don’t notice – chin-up, as they say.
As an early Baby Boomer, born in 1947, it seems to me that as we approach our retirement years, Boomers have gone from being the energy driving our nation to slowly becoming invisible. We risk losing our identity as society remains stubbornly youth-centric. And the irony is that Gen Xers and Ys are not the majority; we are. BOOMERBROADcast is my platform for being the voice of Baby Boomers, women in particular. We've generated a lot of changes over the decades but there's still a long way to go. After a 40-year career in the corporate world, I've taken up expressing the observations and concerns of our generation. Instead of pounding the pavement in my bellbottoms with a cardboard sign, I'm pounding my laptop (I learned to type on a manual typewriter and old habits die hard). If you have issues or concerns you would like voiced or have comments on what I've voiced, I'd love to hear from you. We started breaking the rules in the sixties and now that we're in our sixties it's no time to become complacent. Hope you'll stay tuned and if you like BOOMERBROADcast, share it with your friends. Let's rock n' roll! If you would like to be notified whenever I publish a new posting, click on the little blue box in the lower right of your screen that says +Follow→ Lynda Davis