Thursday, 07 March 2013
By Lyn Burnstine
In my life, I have been instrumental in drawing people together in like-minded groups - birds of a feather, if you will. Sometimes it was a group effort but more often an individual effort - run by me as a benevolent dictator.
There were community choruses, church choirs, a formerly-married women’s support group, a writing group, coffeehouses, folk concerts, open mikes for both music and poetry, and family sing-alongs.
It all began with me organizing and running a summer play group for little kids when I was 15, in a little town that didn’t even have a kindergarten let alone a pre-school program. All of the groups that I started filled a need but can also be said to fit into the pattern of entertainment - people enjoying each other and having a good time.
So, now all these decades later, I recognize a need that all women over 50 seem to have - a need that is right there under their noses, so to speak. How about a monthly women’s get-together to help each other locate and tweeze each other’s chin hair? I’m sure we could find a way to make it entertaining.
The idea came to me as I sat in a writing group across from a younger woman who was worrying her “too-short to pluck, but annoyingly sharp chin hair,” just as I do mine.
I have about seven of those bristly little buggers and they are all on a different timetable. I no sooner get rid of one than another starts to pop out.
My daughter, in her mid-50s, tells the story of finding some that had grown to killer length, unbeknownst to her. She exploded at her daughters and her husband, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could you let me go out into the corporate world with that thing hanging off my chin?”
And that, dear lady friends, is why we need a chin hair club, the sooner the better. I’m between crops right now.
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