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Agism

He turned 60 yesterday. Why does he look 700 years older than Trudeau rather that seven-ish?

Good luck Canada. I wonder if Trump will even BOTHER to trash talk this dinosaur who looks older than Trump who is roughly 19-ish years older than him...

I've been a bad girl today but the above snark (of mine!) has been food for thought: Why do people care so much whether or not one looks good for their age?

Some thoughts as the unrecognized medical genius I am:

1. Grey hair suggests a B vitamin deficiency and B vitamins are important to brain function.

2. Grey hair can also suggest you need adrenal support and that can suggest deeper health problems.

So I think looking old for your age or young for your age is a little like my hypothesis about beauty being a proxy for other things.

Because historically, a lot of cultures valued their elderly as repositories for valuable knowledge and wisdom about how to get shit done in this crazy making world.

And yet, looking old for your age isn't valued as a desirable trait.

Footnote 
As best I can determine, there are currently no published photos of me online for reasons I've outlined in various places. Suffice it say that:

1. I don't care what your opinion is of how I look and don't wish to hear it.
2. I look absolutely FABULOUS for someone who was supposed to die at age 36 -- more than two decades ago -- and nearly did. So whatever insulting bullshit you can dream up to criticize me: HA!
3. Hi Mark whatever your last name. I turn sixty in June, I'm supposed to be DEAD, I refrained earlier this year from asking a man who called me "Miss" instead of "Ma'am" Uh, just how old do you THINK I am? Because I suspect I'm old enough to be your mother.

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