We'll feel better than we have in years. Even the big drug companies are plowing down with increasingly lucrative road. We can, of course, succumb to the night and have our faces lifted, our breasts uplifted, our bodies restored to the golden days of yesterday. We can even slip a little botox, a strain of botulism, to our foreheads, paralyze our frowns, the grimace never more. It's men too, not just women, who are increasingly unveiling themselves of cosmetic surgery, not to mention hair transplants, not to mention Viagra.
Nobody wants to be left behind in the great American youth restoring sweepstakes.
I guess we had it coming. It is, after all, in our bones, our generational genes. We were the youth culture - with our music and flowers and drugs and spilly passions, we flaunted ourselves back when at the older generation in general and our parents in particular, sneering when they let their hair grow, and donned miniskirts and bell bottoms, they seemed so pathetically groovy. We will not go gently into that good night, not for a minute, and the marketeers of America have our number big time. Part of me says, okay, we are going to live longer apparently, so we might as well stay as healthy as possible for the long haul.