This morning I decided to use it and after turning it over to read the back to find out how to use such a creature, I started laughing. Joe came in to find me, sitting naked on the side of the bed, freshly shaven and howling with laughter. I handed him the anti-age cream and he looked at it and then back at me flummoxed. I’m not that cheery in the morning. I pointed out to him that it was an ‘anti-aging’ cream and the writing on the back was so small that no one over the age of 40 would be able to read it. It was written in white on a black background in tiny, microscopic text.
We got our magnifying glass, and it was too small for the magnifying glass. So we had no idea how it was to be used. Was this for the bags under my eyes or … well, you get the question.
Accessibility ain’t just ramps.
Accessibility ain’t just for people with disabilities.
Accessibility is also for naked men sitting on the side of the bed trying to read exactly where to put anti-aging cream.
And if accessibility includes that, it includes, in some way, everyone.