Today on “The View” (is this going to be a trend with me? if so, shouldn’t they pay me?), Jane Fonda sat on the sofa talking about something or other. I didn’t really listen. I couldn’t. I was just so/too mesmerized by her neck. I mean, her face looks like it did 15 or 20 years ago, as does her hair, as does her body. But the neck … well … it looks as if the years erased from her face have been redistributed several inches below it.
I do realize that she’s an older woman now, and things change. I have no problem with that. There’s nothing wrong with aging (despite what you may have heard). It’s just that if you’re going to pretend you’re 45 years old when you’re old enough to be your own mother, then shouldn’t you at least keep your neck abreast or just ahead of the game?