S'been a while since I have She Ranted...Okay ladies, I know as well as any forty something woman the joys of dating younger men. A man in his prime and a woman in hers is just kind of a no brainer. They don't require a nap or a pill or batteries or anything. But this is getting a bit out of control. There are sitcoms, reality shows, Saturday Night Live sketches. Somewhere along the line we've become a parody of ourselves.
I like The Show. Sometimes. Usually, however, I end up sighing and thinking: Really? This is where we are now? 40, half naked, drunk, hooking up and verbally raping young men?
I am all for freedom and adventure and living an unbounded, joyful life. Age makes no difference to me in sex, dating and relationships. I mean, who of us wouldn't want to be Demi Moore? But last I checked, she wasn't out flashing her boobs, falling over in clubs and dating entire college sports teams.
I love Sex and the City. I own the entire series and it pretty much single handedly gets me through these God awful Utah winters. And, yes, every time the game "Which one are you?" comes up it is quickly determined that I am more Samantha than any of the others. I went to Sex and the City 2 last weekend with some friends. We had cocktails. We all caught our breath and agreed, during a preview of his latest film, that Zac Efron has somehow crossed over to the land of beautiful sexy men. All good fun. But the movie itself depressed the hell out of me. Or, rather, Samantha depressed the hell out of me. I cringed at what she wore, how she looked, what she said, how she behaved.
Is there a point at which we become too old to "pull it off?" I think so. We can still play and have fun and be wild and look amazing and be sexy and date whoever the hell we want but can we please do it with class and a little dignity? Otherwise "You go girl!" just becomes "Oh honey, stop that right now."
I leave you with a poem.
A Cougar Blessing
May the road rise up to support you in your heels.
May the fat stay off your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face
That is slathered in SPF 150,
And rains fall soft upon your
Hormonally challenged nether regions.
And until we meet again,
May you wear clothes that fit you,
May you not act your age but act with dignity,
May you not get lip injections,
May you stop drinking before you fall down,
And may the younger man of your dreams
Hold you skillfully in the palm of His hand.
Amen.
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