How does she do it?
No one ages gracefully.
Just compare a well “maintained” woman of 60 with that of a dime store cashier of the same age, and it appears to be two entirely different species.
SF Chronicle columnist Rob Morse, refers to what it takes to win the battle of aging as “ritual mutilation of the wealthy.”
But regardless what he and other social critics have to say about the sad state of today’s supposedly enlightened women, no one in their right mind is going to fall apart in front of their friends if they want repeat invitations to cocktail parties and galas.
It’s kind of like not owning the right shoes and handbags, for God’s sake.
Of course, unlike like shoes and handbags, the old mantra “you can never have too many” doesn’t work as well on the operating table.