I abhor the whole concept of celebrity writers. What do I care about the life of Hollywood movie star X or talk show host Y? Heck, they don’t even write their own books. They get people to do it for them.
To my shock, horror, and utter disdain, I resorted to reading a celebrity book this summer. I needed something light and funny to read after an exhausting two months of work.
Tina Fey’s Bossypants was my first ever celebrity book. I’m not here to review it. But I do want to refer to one chapter she wrote composed of three simple sentences:
What Turning Forty Means to Me
I need to take my pants off as soon as I get home. I didn’t use to have to do that. But now I do.
I have been laughing for the past month over that chapter. I can absolutely relate.
I’ve decided to put together my own What Turning Forty Means to Me list. Men and women out there: feel free to add to my list in the comments section!
What Turning Forty Means to Me:
- Body odors. New and disturbing body odors in places there were no odors before. (more…)
