While I joke a lot about being old, I neither feel old nor think old. A couple of hundred years ago, I’d be at the end of my life. One hundred years ago, I’d actually be old. Today, though, who knows? I might actually still be young. The story ain’t completely written ‘til it’s over.
Regardless, I remember how old I felt when I realized that Playboy Playmates had become consistently younger than me – not that I was a regular reader of the magazine, mind you. And now, we have a President younger than me, an event I thought would never happen.
Don’t get me wrong, I certainly think that Playboy should remain the domain of the young and for those medically enhanced enough to appear young. The Presidency . . . it’s a role for the wise, whether young or old. I think the wisdom of our current President qualifies him for the position, even though he’s younger than me (I being a person who would not qualify because of a failure to learn from my mistakes and a manifest need to repeat the mistakes of others).
So, while the percentage of the population that is younger than me continues to expand, I guess I’ll encounter more of these metrics. As I’ve come to realize that magazines containing nudity are best when their pages are filled with firmer bodies, roles like the Presidency are also best when filled by relatively young people with boundless energy and their memories fully intact. Let’s hear it for youth and for the fact that it’s not just for the young anymore. 🙂