I'll drink to that.

Eye bag.  Wrinkles.  Too many chins. Grey hair.

Signs of ageing.

Women of today don't want to see these on them, nor even hear about these.

That's why Vicky Belo and the likes are earning pools of money from people who want to rid themselves of the signs of ageing, and who want to capture the effervescent youth.

'Cant blame them, though.  Peoples of almost all societies treasure beauty and youth.  But in some societies, we sometimes don't agree with their definition of beauty.

I want old fashioned beauty.  If a woman is fair, good.  If a lady is brown-skinned, fine.  If the eyes are round and clear, great.  If the eyes are doe-eyed or a bit chinky, yes, still. 

If a woman cares to wear make up, sure.  If not, swell. 

If the girl has firm, round chest, who would complain?  If the girl has flattish upper front, but carries herself well, that's passable.

I mean, men are looking for beauty but also wanting to love more than just the physical. 

One can lose everything in an instant, beauty included.  A bag and cellphone could be snatched. Money can be swiped by burglars or first class con artists.  Boy/girlfriend can disappear tomorrow.  Beautiful faces can be marred by accident, disease and ageing.  

But wisdom, practicality, wit, sensibility, self awareness or knowledge, humour, irony, love for arts and books could not be taken away from someone.  They stay with you.

I admire women and men who are happy with who they are and what they've got.  Even the taho vendor who passes the house each morning and who never fails to say "thank you," to me each time I buy.  He's working hard and gracious.