THE CHANGE OF LIFE ISN'T SEXY
Here’s the latest prize in my long-ass dancing career: hot flashes. I’ve always run a little warm, but this is getting ridiculous. For instance, all the girls tonight are complaining about being cold. Meanwhile, my chest is red, my earlobes are on fire, and my back is all sweaty, even though I haven’t gone on stage for about a month! That’s sexy, right? A pre-menopausal stripper. What eighteen-year-old doesn’t want a dance from that?