I’ve often wondered: why does the year always go out as a hoary-frosted bearded dude in wizard robes? Why not bid adieu to the year represented by an elegant woman of a certain age?  (Consider Georgia O’Keeffe versus Charleton Heston.) Picture her: ramrod straight posture, long white hair carefully composed in a chignon, donned hand-tailored clothing in black and white.  Or perhaps you imagin…