Posted on 02/08/2008 10:23:08 AM PST by reaganaut1
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Just think of yourself, perhaps, faced with this: The two men – both fathers, one at the beginning of middle age, one farther along, both married to smart, high-achieving women – were fantasizing about the kinds of women they’d go out with if they were single. You may or may not be surprised to learn that they both figured the women would be babes. You may or may not be surprised to learn that they both said they’d be younger. A lot younger. And childless.
The suggestion from me that men like themselves might actually prefer to date contemporaries, women who’d lived, matured, grown wiser and more human with the experience of parenting, and, at the very least, could recall the 1980s, was met with nothing but outraged looks and half-chewed-donut silence.
“Why?” one of them finally said.
“Why,” the second one swallowed to spurt, “would you want all those complications?”
That is where the sputtering on my own part began. And this, perhaps, is the point where the raucous laughter on your part will begin, as you think of me there at the table, nattering on about “inherent value” and “friendship” and “being a human being.” Perhaps you’ve already laughed yourself into red-eyed delirium.
(Excerpt) Read more at warner.blogs.nytimes.com ...
And why does she have to inflict her nuttiness and anger on the rest of us?
My IQ is the lower for having wasted time skimming this thing.
Donuts. Yum. /homer mode
If you’re going to have a fantasy, why would you want a grumpy old battleaxe in it?
It’s a fantasy.
I doubt it!
If they were, they wouldn’t be having this conversation about the glories of infidelity in the first place.
If you’re going to have a fantasy, why would you want a grumpy old battleaxe in it?
Anytime I hear or see battleaxe used,it’s a guaranteed ten minute LOL moment.(Especially when used about mother in laws)
This woman probably thinks “nubile” is a new flavor of smoothie at Jamba Juice.
Oh, go ahead and just say it - your self-selected little bubble only comprises confused, latte-drinking, NYT-reading, NPR-listening, politically-correct, multi-cultural-loving, Democrat-voting, naive-as-children liberals, and you earnestly believe that anybody outside of that pathetic little bubble has no class or goodness or decency or values or realness, and therefore must be a total neanderthal... Is there even a single, solitary Bush voter inside your little bubble? I didn't think so... Your muddled conception of "diversity" is pretty narrow-minded, isn't it? LOL
ROFLMAO!!
She belongs to a Sunday night dinner club.
These are urban single career women who want to eat out but don’t dare try it on Friday or Saturday nights because those are date nights. To admit no date or the last minute possiblity of a date is intolerable.
They thus hang out together in commiseration and rationalization on Sunday.
Hi Judith Warner,
Were you living in a bubble during the last couple of decades? Otherwise you’d have noticed how little most men have changed.
No, dear, it’s not about qualifications. It never has been. It’s about power.
— Posted by Martha Shelley
No, Martha Shelley, it's not about power ... it's about normal everyday men being repulsed by women with an attitude towards them like you've got.
To borrow a quote Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog ... "You will die alone"
There's lots of old, single or widowed individuals in similar circumstances.
Dear Judith
I feel your pain - I, too, am older, embittered by life, and am no longer sexually attractive to anyone with working eyeballs. At least I have eternity with Jesus to look forward to - not sure what keeps you going.
Hang in there
SFGFLA
i’ve posted a couple of comments to that article, hoping to get a good fight started with some of the harpies. the second one hasn’t been approved yet. If i get any bites, i’ll post’em.
read
Wisdom her husband’s dad neglected to pass along: Life’s a biatch, don’t marry one.
“As we were waiting for our food, a group of old men were seated. Some war ballcaps with military insignia.”
You know you’re old when you’re hat is used to advertise your past glories.
I picked up a hat from the USS Iowa for my dad. He served as the port 5 inch gunnery officer during Korea. He passed on in 2003. I have no idea where the hat ended up. Knowing my sister, it got tossed in the trash.
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