The new woman

Here in the city of roses, tree huggers, vw bus/bug owners, hippie wannabes, coffee shop addicts, cyclists, activists, and organic farmers- I get along with them all just fine, as a retired culture war vet I just don't worry anymore- I've noticed a certain type of woman. She reminds me of the Winston cigarette ads: "No Bull". The additives are gone, so they say, and all you get is tobacco in paper. So it is with this type of woman, no cosmetology, no siloconizing, no collagen, no coifed hair, no liposuction, no starched/stiffened/died/altered hair, no apparel from GAP, Nordstrom, or some other big status clothes store I didn't mention. They probably don't have Nike shoes either, and if they have a bit of a belly, then they have a bit of a belly. A lot of them get around on old school bicycles with big wire baskets. Their style is truly their own.

It's nice to be who you want to be. A concept I adopted long ago.