I know many smoking-hot middle-aged people who are emotional teenagers.
I know many brilliant, mature people who aren’t old enough to rent a car.
I think we can all agree that this is stupid and move on.
Some old people are hot, some young people are not. I don’t like to think about kids or how old someone will be when I’m 35, because I try not to fixate on a guy’s mortality until after he’s met my parents.
You know generally what you’re going to get from someone by a certain age, because they’ve fully committed to their personalities.
The idea that young people like older people because of the financial security is irritating.
One, because people who give a fuck about money are awful, and because I’ve met plenty of old, old dudes who are still doing the Somerset Maugham-y cheerful hobo routine. I like the Civil War, documentaries, and talking about whiskey as though it were a zaftig prostitute, so old guys and I get along.
I learned this from experience, but also from Ludacris.
Like height or body type, age is one of those strange things about a person that we know they can’t help, but nevertheless handily use to write them off.