So, here's sad news for the music world. Prince--the baddest boy to EVAH come out of Minnesota--is facing hip replacement surgery.
Now, correct me if I am wrong, but isn't hip replacement surgery the kind of thing you associate with your grandparents? "Yeah, Grandpa is getting his hip replaced." The New Yorker has a profile of Louis Auchincloss, who is about 206 (okay, I exaggerate--he's really only 90) and is just now getting out after hip replacement kept him housebound.
But Prince? Prince? Needs hip replacement?
The official story is that Prince has blown out his hip with all his sexy stage moves--his shows are always so energetic that it has taken it's toll on his joints.
So what does that mean to you and me? Mostly me? Are we getting that old? Hells to the no, I'm not accepting that conclusion. So, how about--this is one more reason not to go work out? Just sit in that comfy armchair, because vigorous activity will damage you?
Maybe you aren't old enough to remember Jim Fixx--a total advocate for running. He wrote a book called The Complete Runner--and he died of a heart attack while running. So much for cardio-vascular health, huh? I mean, he might not have shortened his life by running, but he sure didn't lengthen it either.
And now Prince with a titanium hip.
Getting old is NOT for sissies.