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Greetings Hairballers,

For a while, I’ve noticed how everyone is labeled and it’s making me crazy (okay, crazier).  It’s especially prevalent on the TV news--perhaps they have to fill the space between commercials. People can’t just be people. They’re labeled as a 59-year old grandmother of two, a 40-year old plumber from New Jersey and my favorite, a 15-year old teen (the redundancy makes the hairs on my arms stand up).

This begs the question--without the labels, do we still exist?

Here are some of mine:

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I am a woman, a female, a lady (but the latter seldom)

I am a retiree from a big deal newspaper that shall not be named

I am a senior citizen, whose motto is “old but immature”

I am surprised and wonder how that happened

I am a liberal, open-minded and curious seeker

I am lazy and a procrastinator, good qualities both

I am a writer (of sorts) and an artist (of sorts) too

I am in extra innings and winning

I am a cigarette smoking, Irish whiskey drinking, hockey fan

I am the one who gave her soul to the Yankees (but only part time)

I am a loyal friend and a formidable enemy--try me

I am owned by a cat and pronounce it good

I am a voter, a driver and a payer of bills

I am many other things, by which I refuse to be defined

I am not a sound bite

I am a human being

Most of all, I am the Hairballer

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