Women are getting boob and butt jobs and their faces lifted into the stratosphere. Viagra-drugged men are putting a bridle on that thing, riding that hobby horse with no hint of taking it back to the stable. Whatever happened to aging gracefully? You know -- character lines called wrinkles that show where the face has been and what it has done -- man-woman relations based on fine nuance and relaxed presence -- no agenda agendas.
One of the pleasures of getting older is the lessened pressure to put on any kind of face. In a sense, one becomes invisible, is dismissed, is relegated to geezer status. I find this enjoyable. There is plenty of room to be oneself rather than yield to that oh-so-subtle social pressure (which I have rarely yielded to anyway, since I was born a geezer.)
Maybe this wave of boomers heading into geezerhood will find these things out. As America ages, maybe looking like a geezer will become popular and younger folk will be getting butt-sag and boob-droop operations and wrinkle inducement will become the rage and men will be saying things like honey do you mind if we just snuggle and talk tonight.
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I am often struck by the beauty of gray-haired women. That said, it has been a disappointment to see some of my generation (Baby Boomers) reject the principle of aging gracefully. Shocking is more like it. Would the real hippies please stand up and show us your gray hair?
ReplyDeleteYours truly, a gray-bearded, bald and aging Troutbum