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To: Brazen Hussy who wrote (28525)1/18/1999 12:29:00 AM
From: Ilaine  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 108807
 
Brazen Hussy, what you said is going to come back to haunt you in a couple of decades.<ng>

If you think that older women don't like sex, or shouldn't like sex, just because men no longer think they are sexy, you are wrong, wrong, wrong. But, if you live long enough, you'll find out, the hard way, I suspect.



To: Brazen Hussy who wrote (28525)1/18/1999 12:49:00 AM
From: Dayuhan  Respond to of 108807
 
Would you care to expand on the occupation given in your profile? I have yet to correspond with a literary goddess. I'm not even sure what a literary goddess is. Please enlighten.



To: Brazen Hussy who wrote (28525)1/18/1999 11:31:00 AM
From: Jacques Chitte  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 108807
 
I'll tell you what I know about sagging - and have known since I was fifteen. Sagging happens, and it is more a badge of having lived and lived well than any sort of ugliness. I would see a woman thirty, or fifty, or seventy, and something would engage in my brain and extrapolate to the youthful baseline. Unconsciously. And I would look at this somewhat saggy wrinkly grandma and think "y'know, she's damn good lookin". Not in a sexual way, *of course*.
But for me the bottom line is that sags&wrinkles don't matter. Sags&wrinkles are merit badges for living. It's the women who fight the sags&wrinkles who come off as vain, cowardly and easily cowed by the imagemeisters. Aging is right there in the fine print. Spouse and I are hetting heavy, saggy and slow - and we talk about growing old together.
Sure there is a reptilian circuit in my brain that wants to Jello-wrestle the honeys from "Wild Things" - but that's an unworthy impulse, like taking a fowling-piece to a Frisbee game. So personally I assess those fifty-sixty year old guys who score a Barbie as pretty shallow. I'd rather hold house with (help me here. Name me a really cool, smart mature woman - like Oprah, but maybe white&a tad older) than, say, Demi Moore.