I'm listening to MPR and someone who knows more than I do is talking about human evolution and how it's still happening, how the current crop differs every generation.
Aging, I am much more concerned with my own personal evolution(s).
Like those missing breasts I keep mourning. I blame Merrick, who nursed far too long. Some day I will psychologically damage him with this information.
Now, many friends who know me in the real world object to my lamentations. They say "it's not so bad."
Try to imagine this on a visceral level: when I go on my daily four mile run, I do not wear a bra. This presents no bounce, no problem, no pain.
I rest my case.