ON AGING WELL
I‘ve just returned from the US, where I sawa batch of my close American girlfriends, who are mostly my age. I was heartsick to learn that of the two dear friends who’d had surgical facelifts, one was still in pain a few years later (a one-in-amillion chance, her doctor had told her—not very comforting when you are that one in the statistic), and the other’s face was still numb after more than a year. The surgeries had been well done. Both looked lovely and not artificially pulled, but they had come at a terrible price. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m as vain as the next woman. I like to look good. But the lengths to which my friends had gone got me thinking about women and aging, and why women “of a…