Only with different American shows that are ending--Capitalism, much? and I have to tell you, about the only soft landing being a disabled woman has ever afforded me is that I'm not messed up trying to navigate my world without my first flush of youthful hotness.(It *might* have helped,maybe only slightly, of course, if she'd picked a more modern accompaniment for her audition dance, the better not to remind anyone that she could have danced that same dance decades before, but the casting guy was pretty harsh. Maybe it wouldn't.)
In fact, to the extent that there is any hotness, it's more present as I write this than in my most "barely legal" days. It's taken me a long time to bring things together, and still the closest I've ever come to leaving a trail of broken hearts is my own, multiple times.
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