There’s no such thing as rules. Even the less offensive and more accurate “guidelines” are wrong half the time. I mean yours truly is the author of several articles along the lines of “stupid things to avoid and I know ’cause I already did them” , and I’m the first to admit that sometimes shit works that appears utterly impossible.

The bottom line is: all the aerobics, white strips, and “Rules” in the world won’t get you what my grandparents had. Perhaps instead of trying to morph ourselves into Cindy Crawford all the time, we should work harder at being ourselves. Because that’s what it takes. Hard work. And Bacon.