I do not want to talk about
the coronavirus today.
I guess it is time to revisit another virus that I have, and that is …
The Hurleyvirus.
Just when you think that it is out of your system, you get another hit from your Yahoo Home Page to tell you that you will always be infected by Hurleyvirus, or at least I will be.
Today, right on my Yahoo Home Page—the absolute authority for the latest, hottest and most important news of the day—came the Hurleyvirus once again, a story proclaiming:
“Elizabeth Hurley, 56, Has Abs of Steel As She Rocks a Bright Pink Bikini On IG.”
Well, the click bait was planted, and I had to sow the seed, so I clicked onto the story and yes, right there, was the photo you see accompanying this article if you are reading it at the blog site (if you are reading this on Facebook, you will have to find it yourself).
And the teaser to the story was even better than the headline:
“Elizabeth Hurley just dropped the most sizzling Instagram snap you ever did see.”
Well, looking at the photo, I don’t know about that, but it is a nice photo of a woman who is, well yes, she is a beautiful lady.
She is also a lady devoid of any real talent, with her movie years having passed her by, well, years ago.
But her one talent is that at least in the photos, she looks as scrumptious as a cake on your birthday.
At age 56, though, such posts kind of make others at that “advanced” age seem to be not in the same league as Hurley, which is utter nonsense of course, and overall, it makes age 56 really look over the hill.
Heck, I don’t feel age 56 is anywhere near over the hill, and if you switch the numbers around, age 65 is far from dead also.
I guess it is our infatuation with youth that kind of makes anybody over age 30 ancient.
We attest, as a country, that we respect older Americans, but we really don’t.
Youth is in has always been the place to be, will always be the place to be, and getting older—whether it is age 56, age 65, or age 90—is laughed at, made fun of, and not as revered as we would like to think it is.
Just look at the problems that I have had as I have gotten older for proof.
One reason no one would hire me was undoubtedly my age but go prove it.
The problems that I have had getting my health insurance in order certainly tells me that older Americans are not treated with the respect that they should be, and then we have Social Security …
Don’t get me started on that.
Social Security is taxed, and yes, the government takes out money for you to pay for Medicare, so the pittance you get each month … no, no respect at all there.
And getting your supplemental insurance … why at this point in our lives are we forced to worry about this stuff, and hunt and peck on our own about it?
On those idiotic Medicate supplement commercials, Jimmy Walker says, “Dyn-O-Mite!”
I say the detonation has already happened, and everything is blown up before you have a chance to breathe.
But then we have Elizabeth Hurley, who every few months reminds us that she is alive at her advanced age of 56, demonstrating her good inherited genes in a new bikini.
She is British, so I guess she doesn’t have to deal with Social Security, but whatever they give older people over there, at age 56, I guess she still has years to qualify.
And as good as she looks in her monthly bikinis, I don’t know if people like her should quality for anything, other than an allowance to buy a “bikini-a-month.”
But we all age, and she has too.
There will come a point where she isn’t going to be posing in bikinis anymore … although Suzanne Somers, well into her 70s, keeps on hitting us with bikini photos too, so who knows when or if Hurley will take a pass at the bikini stuff?
But since I have Hurleyvirus, just when I think I am cured, another photo of her in a bikini hits my Yahoo Home Page, and it starts over again.
When will it stop?
Should I wear a mask to protect myself?
Is there a “vaccination” to help me cure my ills?
Maybe I should have spoken about the coronavirus today after all.
I guess it is time to revisit another virus that I have, and that is …
The Hurleyvirus.
Just when you think that it is out of your system, you get another hit from your Yahoo Home Page to tell you that you will always be infected by Hurleyvirus, or at least I will be.
Today, right on my Yahoo Home Page—the absolute authority for the latest, hottest and most important news of the day—came the Hurleyvirus once again, a story proclaiming:
“Elizabeth Hurley, 56, Has Abs of Steel As She Rocks a Bright Pink Bikini On IG.”
Well, the click bait was planted, and I had to sow the seed, so I clicked onto the story and yes, right there, was the photo you see accompanying this article if you are reading it at the blog site (if you are reading this on Facebook, you will have to find it yourself).
And the teaser to the story was even better than the headline:
“Elizabeth Hurley just dropped the most sizzling Instagram snap you ever did see.”
Well, looking at the photo, I don’t know about that, but it is a nice photo of a woman who is, well yes, she is a beautiful lady.
She is also a lady devoid of any real talent, with her movie years having passed her by, well, years ago.
But her one talent is that at least in the photos, she looks as scrumptious as a cake on your birthday.
At age 56, though, such posts kind of make others at that “advanced” age seem to be not in the same league as Hurley, which is utter nonsense of course, and overall, it makes age 56 really look over the hill.
Heck, I don’t feel age 56 is anywhere near over the hill, and if you switch the numbers around, age 65 is far from dead also.
I guess it is our infatuation with youth that kind of makes anybody over age 30 ancient.
We attest, as a country, that we respect older Americans, but we really don’t.
Youth is in has always been the place to be, will always be the place to be, and getting older—whether it is age 56, age 65, or age 90—is laughed at, made fun of, and not as revered as we would like to think it is.
Just look at the problems that I have had as I have gotten older for proof.
One reason no one would hire me was undoubtedly my age but go prove it.
The problems that I have had getting my health insurance in order certainly tells me that older Americans are not treated with the respect that they should be, and then we have Social Security …
Don’t get me started on that.
Social Security is taxed, and yes, the government takes out money for you to pay for Medicare, so the pittance you get each month … no, no respect at all there.
And getting your supplemental insurance … why at this point in our lives are we forced to worry about this stuff, and hunt and peck on our own about it?
On those idiotic Medicate supplement commercials, Jimmy Walker says, “Dyn-O-Mite!”
I say the detonation has already happened, and everything is blown up before you have a chance to breathe.
But then we have Elizabeth Hurley, who every few months reminds us that she is alive at her advanced age of 56, demonstrating her good inherited genes in a new bikini.
She is British, so I guess she doesn’t have to deal with Social Security, but whatever they give older people over there, at age 56, I guess she still has years to qualify.
And as good as she looks in her monthly bikinis, I don’t know if people like her should quality for anything, other than an allowance to buy a “bikini-a-month.”
But we all age, and she has too.
There will come a point where she isn’t going to be posing in bikinis anymore … although Suzanne Somers, well into her 70s, keeps on hitting us with bikini photos too, so who knows when or if Hurley will take a pass at the bikini stuff?
But since I have Hurleyvirus, just when I think I am cured, another photo of her in a bikini hits my Yahoo Home Page, and it starts over again.
When will it stop?
Should I wear a mask to protect myself?
Is there a “vaccination” to help me cure my ills?
Maybe I should have spoken about the coronavirus today after all.
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