Posted by Scratch
There is a maximum number of times a woman can get annoyed about what a French intellectual thinks about her arse, writes Zoe Williams for the Guardian in an article published on the Guardian website in January. But there is no maximum time that a middle-aged fat guy like me or others might glance at that arse, so to speak—write I.
Williams believes she nailed something down in the 90s, when Michel Houellebecq (whoever that is) did an elaborate, 300-odd page analogy between sexual liberation and free-market capitalism, which concluded that women were destroying men’s dignity. It was a hard-left version of Jordan Peterson (another guy that I never had a beer with) that was, if you can possibly imagine such a thing, even more annoying.
I have no idea who those people are, but they certainly do not sound like NFL fans or middle-aged fat American dads that once played high school, college or even Pro football.
I know a lot of these middle aged-dad types and maybe they all were ex-football players like Al Bundy of Married with Children, but they were ex-something, back in their youth.
Being one of these guys I find it kind of cool that younger ladies tend to now look upon me as something interesting to them. Hell, I am 47 and now that seems to be a sexy thing. No, I am not necessarily saying that this has to do with sex appeal, but maybe there is a part of that too—if we actually try real hard to stay in shape.
But, I digress.
Williams writes in the article that when the novelist Yann Moix—another guy that I never drank a beer with—announced that 50-year-old women were too old to love. This guy dropped this shoe:
“The body of a 25-year-old woman is extraordinary. The body of a woman of 50 is not extraordinary at all”
Wow. Is it any wonder that Williams felt that old and delicious indignation, which she writes about in her article.
Williams puts fourth that she’s not mad that we are not talking about woman like they are meat. It’s not the generalization, or the brass neck of a guy who is 50 himself, and about as extraordinary to look at as an upturned shopping trolley in a canal, Williams bitingly writes, but that it is just dishonest.
There is nothing more contemptible than a home truth that isn’t true, Williams adds, and I have to agree with that sentiment!
I think she scores a touchdown on this insight: Men don’t like younger women because their flesh is firmer but because their opinions are a bit less firm—or at least that’s the hope.
In my opinion, us men, older men in particular, like when we are admired. It is flattering to be looked up to as if we harbor this great reservoir of wisdom in that huge belly, which is really filled with beer.
Anyone 20 years younger than you tends to assume you’re right about most things, Williams states. Some men will trade in a lot of shared cultural reference points for a bit of admiration, Williams writes. Likewise, the cliche is that young women date older men because they are richer, whereas nearer the truth is that they seem to know a lot of useful stuff—another sentiment that I believe Williams nails like a fifty yard field goal.
We do know a lot about stuff, like rushing titles in football and career yardage and who is in the Hall of Fame and all sorts of useless sports knowledge.
We are proud of that part of our beer-addled brain. But, we don’t give ourselves credit for the knowledge we often find boring to ourselves and maybe boring to our wives or significant others or age counterparts.
Whereas it is well documented that men don’t fully appreciate what it takes for a woman to assume the duties of running a household while holding down a job, it is likely that woman—our age counterparts at least—find our manly knowledge of fixing things that break—expected. Anything that is expected tends to become taken for granted over time, much like we take for granted when there are clean socks and underwear to step into on Monday.
Hence, when along comes a debutante with a smile and admiration for the knowledge that we men have accumulated—And I don’t mean knowledge like who won the last rushing title—we feel appreciated and admired. Of course, if she has a nice ass, or arse, as they say over the pond, that never hurts either.
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