Tuck it, nip it, suck it out, whatever we do it is in the name of looking young. Why can’t we admire the wisdom in a face of someone who has lived? Age is an honored state and we are so disgusted by it that we worship the youthful look of someone who hasn’t even thought about it. Can’t we have a role model of aged women, with the wrinkles of experience and the eyes deep with concern? Each gray hair tells a story of survival. Her arms are strong from holding grandchildren. Wouldn’t it be amazing if fashion houses designed a collection for these mothers of our nation? It would give is all something to admire and age to be something to look forward to.