Death to all Skinny, 20-Something Beyotches!

Maybe that's a little dramatic.

I was in the City today to attend to dental and automotive needs. At lunchtime, the warm sunny day beckoned and I left the dark confines of the cubicle I was squatting in to enjoy a few minutes of Chelsea warmth. As I ventured down Fifth Avenue, I suddenly became aware of a plethora of beautiful young people all around me. They were decked out in chic little dresses, oversized sunglasses, immaculate hair and impossibly high footwear. They were everywhere. They were young. They were breezy and apparently not working. It was "Gossip Girl" to the 12th degree. I sort of hated all of them just then. How dare you be so carefree?

I now realize I was just envious.

It must be glorious to be so free from worry, to be fresh and unencumbered from real life issues. So go and shop at MaxMara and Juicy Couture. Lunch at The Blue Fish Grill and Olive's. Saunter the streets like you own the joint. In a way, you do.

Am I too old for Manhattan? I am starting to wonder.