Reach for a Lucky instead of a sweet…what a great ad campaign! If this advert. was hanging on the wall while I was trying on bathing suits, I might be tempted. Above all things about the aging processes is the fact that we look our best when it can’t really help us in anyway, I mean, we were happy, but didn’t know it would go away when we had to grow up & pay our own bills. In our teens- perfection. I had a good looking boyfriend…but I still said when I shopped with my friend for bathing suits-“ewww I look so fat” and she would answer (its in the script) “No, you are perfect, I’m fat” back & forth until we picked out the perfect suit without picking up a Lucky Strike.

Now however is a different story. Ewww, I’m so fat. Hello? Isn’t anyone going to read the script? Does it work at 43?

No, it’s not in the script today. Today everything is bad for you. Yes to red wine, BUT ONLY ONE GLASS! Yes, to salad, BUT NO DRESSING! No, to steak, it will kill you tomorrow. No, to eggs, they will kill you…well, you can have one, PER WEEK. Yes, to prozac because, well…shhh…we are all going to die anyway. Hopefully, quick.

Perhaps all those 80’s rock songs about partying until we die were right. But I’m too lazy and red wine gives me a headache, steak tears my stomach apart for days, salad without dressing? Are  you mad? And eewww, I look gross in a bathing suit. Lucky? Are you there?