By mid October, they say,
it’s time for the Glamour Days.
— notably this weekend.
all over the
Shall I buy
For my web-
My man starts to sound like a rapper. Should I worry? Not when watching the Kanye-West-speaking-in-the-Oval-Office moments which, I have to admit, make more sense than most of current politics out there.
À propos glitz and glamour, this morning I decided to pose for the camera in same-old same-old second-hand rags, some borrowed with approval from other family members.
The hashtag today, for these Glamour days, and in general for everyday, is staying #PornoFit!
Yes, diet is good. Yes, exercise is a must. And yes, lifestyle change is the key to longer and happier days. But what this old, dusted, fifty-plus slang misses is a new, younger, energetic and rebellious hashtag.
First time I heard it from a guy entering his forties. Then I googled it. Instagram and Twitter are brimming with #pornofit.
Seems that one needs this kind of challenge to give up fast food, industrial poisoning, urban sedentarism, mainstream sclerosis. What’s a Renaissance without a paradigm shift?
I pose for you today, in the middle of this decadent consumerist mid-October coupon-fest called Glamour Days, stripping out of some cute rags, showing off my #PornoFit naked body.
I propose another hashtag: #nomakeup –I know, I know, that’s older than #pornofit. Nevertheless, it’s how I use to pose for the camera: wearing #nomakeup –but my morning hydrating face cream with hyaluron.
Tell me: am I #PornoFit?
Shall I let this rapper crazy-pimp-man of mine buy me that redhead wig?
Do you like looking at #allnatural and with #nomakeup ladies?