My friend Jennifer, who lives in Los Angeles, came to visit me in Minneapolis last month. She’s my age and has always had an innate sense of style, even when she was broke. Her style also includes saying exactly what she thinks.
I met her at the airport. She was dressed all in black and sporting flashy red bifocals. When we got to my house, where the light was bright, she said to me, “You know, you need to get new glasses. The ones you’re wearing make you look dowdy.” I couldn’t believe it. She just dropped the “d” word. You don’t do that to people after a certain age.