Oh my. Today I realized a la Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion that I am indeed the Rhoda.
Yes Rhoda is not all that bad but Mary takes center stage. Oh my gosh. I've gotten old. I have lines. And flab. I want to hide behind the Marys of the world.
When I went to get my grey hairs covered a few days ago I was the only woman at salon not engaging in a simultaneous ristalyne party but goodness knows I should have. Marionette lines. Small tired eyes. Major lines in forehead. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.