What Am I Suppose To Do
I never gave any thought to getting old. We see old people every day, you accept that there will always be old people. Never do you acknowledge that someday you’ll be one of them.
We have birthday celebrations, that day when you are the center of attention to your family and friends. Attached to that day is a number that represents a year. This is to remind us of how many years we have lived. Now this I find has another purpose.
There is a pr-established concept as to how one should look, and act according to how many birthdays you have collected.
Imagine if we had no birthdays or mirrors. If you couldn’t see the changes occurring. Would you know when to stop playing with toys and being silly? Without these yearly reminders you might not remember to grow old.
I am finding out you are judged by others by how many numbers you have collected. And they feel obligated to make sure you don’t forget. I am constantly being told “You look good for your age” or “Aren’t you a little old to be doing that” and my favorite “I hope I look as good as you when I get old.” When being described they use terms like “She’s older” and I wonder to myself, older than what?
What happens to women? When do they start dressing old? Am I going to wake up some morning with an uncontrollable urge to wear polyester pants and paisley button down the front with huge pocket shirts?!!!
I don’t mean to rant
But….
What’s up with sex? Girls we really got the short end of the stick here (no pun intended), Men reach their sexual peak between seventeen and twenty-five and thirty. When their bodies are firm and nice to look at and touch. Women on the other hand reach their sexual peak somewhere in their mid thirties or later. After having babies which gave us those lovely stretch marks. And our bodies are giving way to gravity and lumps (cellulite), and just where the hell did cellulite come from? (And why don’t guys get it?!!) And it’s not so pleasing to the eye.
Here we are, finally on fire with sexual desires our bodies have turned on us. Forget any thought of lying on your back in bed trying to look sexy. It’s hard to look sexy with your breast in your armpits. And don’t you feel desirable when you turn onto your side to face your lover and your stomach flops over and forms a mush ball on the bed next to you.
When we were girls in our teens our bodies firm, breast high up on our chest (where they are suppose to be by the way) and flat tummies we didn’t know what to do with it. Now that we have come into our sexuality we know what to do with that body, it has deserted us.
Oh and we must not forget about men-o-pause, isn’t it ironic that the word describing this very trying time in our lives would start out with M E N (Who by the way do not go through it). It’s like your going through life, responsibilities of raising the children to be good human beings behind you. Now you can do all those things you had to put off til the kids were out of the house and BOOM the alarm goes off one morning and you wake up crying, why you haven’t a clue, but you can’t stop. So you cry now at the drop of a hat. By noon for no reason at all you go off in a rage when the postman is late. Your at the market and your wondering why they have turned the thermostat up to 200 degrees and all you want to do is take off all your clothes and jump into the freezer with the ice cream. You make an appointment with your doctor for your sure you are loosing your mind. He reassures you that you are not going mad, you’ve entered MENOPAUSE and he might as well have said you have now entered THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
I’m thinking this must be when that uncontrollable urge to dress ugly and bake cookies becomes more desirable then going quad riding or rafting down the river.
And men, well they go on just as if nothing has happened. Their minds in tact and their body temperature is normal 98 degrees oblivious to our turmoil. The weaker sex my ass.
THE SHORT END OF THE STICK MY ASS, WE GET NO STICK AT ALL (NO PUN INTENDED)
11/09/05