Dear grouchy conservative middle-aged men,
They don’t need your permission to be young and beautiful and full of the joy of life.
Another grouchy middle-aged man.
This morning’s errands took me up to the little college town north of here where---a not unusual phenomenon this time of year---in the space of one block I passed four attractive young women dressed down for summer in their own particular ways, two in summer dresses on their way to class, one in gym shorts and a t-shirt cooling down from a run, and one in a camisole top out walking her dog.
Honest to God, I’m convinced this is the difference between me and many conservative men my age.
I see what I saw this morning and I think, Wow, does this take me back!
And then I drive on, enjoying my memories.
They see it and think, I want that! Then, I can’t have it! I’m too old and too foolish and can’t meet their standards or demands! Those sluts! How dare they? How dare they so obviously enjoy being themselves without caring what effect it has on men like me! How dare they make me want what I can’t have! How dare they make me feel old, and foolish, and inadequate!
Men my age? Men twenty, even thirty years younger.