To Botox or not to Botox: not even the question

RantWoman heartily recommends the following position paper on botox and associated exercises:

http://justaimer.com/?p=426

True confessions: RantWoman and the blogger are related though she lives far away. RantWoman is quite pleased to hear these philosophies on aging run in the family.

RantWoman is older and has even more grey hair; RantWoman is vain enough to try to comb the remaining non-grey parts over the top of everything else in her braid, but that, like the pretension that RantWoman is cleaning anything but grey out of the shower trap after shampooing is really not holding up very well these days. We won't discuss waistline comparisons either.

But since mention was made of the botox train, RantWoman will invite her readers to cackle uproariously. There is a museum in Seattle called The Experience Music Project or the EMP. This museum has a sort of great hall that tends to be full of special lighting projected in grandiose techno ways.

From time to time, the great hall gets rented out for special events. RantWoman recently visited the EMP with a friend who could hardly stop laughing in the great hall. Why? Not really because the musical presence of women is overrepresented, that is for sure. No, RantWoman's friend could not stop laughing in the Great Hall because she had recently attended an activity RantWoman can only characterize as speed-dating for botox practitioners and potential clients. RantWoman's friend had no interest in botox though she did opt to visit some soap opera angles for one of the practitioners and to recapitulate the whole event a couple times as we were passing through the Great Hall. an association RantWoman finds herself oddly in harmony with.