As if back issues and the fucking forest of grey that's sprouted in my beard weren't bad enough, one of the things I've been most dreading has finally been fully realized: I've developed the hairless legs of an old dude.
I've never been particularly hirsute, but I've always had a light dusting of fuzz on my gams. Now it's all gone. I look like a single gal on Date Night. It's pathetic.
Varicose veins can't be far behind. Then I'll inexplicably find myself wearing calf-covering black socks with shorts.
Fight it all you want, people, but it appears that we're all headed for the same sad place.
