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Don't Ask My Age-And I Won't Tell You a Lie: Comedian Gets Serious as She Explains Why Women Won't Reveal That Secret

Magazine article Ebony

Don't Ask My Age-And I Won't Tell You a Lie: Comedian Gets Serious as She Explains Why Women Won't Reveal That Secret

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I remember as a young girl watching my mother glare up in the mirror. I admired her chocolate skin and her Coca-Cola-bottle figure. I watched and studied every inch of her face--everything from her perfectly shaped dark lips to the beauty mark on her face and her dazzling smile. I would say to myself that I wanted to be like that when I grew up, and couldn't wait. I even asked my mother how old she was just to see how much more maturing I had to do to be that seasoned. It was then that my mother informed me of cardinal rule No. 1--never ask a woman her age.

At the time I was proud to be 5 years old, and at 12, I would later lie and say I was 16 if the boy was cute enough. My age was my way of recalling moments that I would not want to ever forget. Nineteen and in college--then 25, oh what a sexy age! Then the dirty 30! For some reason the birthday celebrations started coming rapidly.

When I went to Hollywood, not only did I realize that it was accepted for one to have plastic surgery to fine-tune or tweak any of your physical features, but you could also set your age back five or so years. Hollywood was the place for me. I have friends that I have had for years who don't know my true age. Hell, there have been times when I didn't even remember my true age.

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What is this all about, you may wonder? Since they say that most actions are triggered by fear, I have to ask myself what am I afraid of? …

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