I was just reading Mary's last post over at Holy Mackerel, about the important things in life, after two icons of our time lost their lives last week. I had had recent, similar thoughts but she has put it oh-so-succinctly. As a female growing up in the 70's, every girl my age and older and younger wanted, if not to be her, wanted Farrah Fawcett's hair. She was beautiful, sexy, longed for by the male population we wanted to be longed for by. (horrible grammar, sorry about that). She was married to the six-million dollar man, for goodness sake. Then when hearing about her health problems I thought, how interesting that now, no woman would want to be her. To go from one to the other must be hard, but more importantly in my mind, it made me realize how happy I am to be me, living my life, warts and all.