When I began writing this blog, I decided never to talk about politics lest I step on the toes of people who do not share my leanings. I also vowed, to myself, never to say anything mean or degrading or anything that could be construed as ridicule of anyone in the public eye. Which pretty much left me unable to use my scorching wit on some easy targets in the world today. This week after much soul-searching I must break my rules and comment on a public figure, more public in some spheres than others… so if you are from New England and a football fan, and don’t like idle gossip, step away from your computer.
I am a graduate of Brookline High School, as is the owner of the New England Patriots, Bob Kraft. He was a few years ahead of me, and I have never met the man. But I have remained a fan of the Pat’s for the last forty some years, even though thirty plus of those years I have been on the west coast. So it is with a heavy heart that I say to Mr. Kraft, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?”
For most of you, who have no idea what I am talking about let me fill you in. I was speaking to an old friend in Boston the other night and thirty minutes into a conversation about where widows can go to meet people she mentioned this kerfuffle going on in Boston now! She directed me to a video showing a young, blonde actress’s audition tape and her scene partner, none other than Mr. Kraft, suffice it to say neither one has a promising future in films. It seems the video is now blocked but if you can find it please watch it for its comedic value.
Mr. Kraft married his college sweetheart and from all accounts the love his life Myra, she passed away last summer and during the playoffs last season we all saw him looking completely bereft. I assumed he would eventually remarry and I even assumed he would remarry a younger women, maybe twenty years younger, not to a girl who breaks the half your age plus seven rule by at least ten years.
Here is my problem, do all the eligible women who might be perfect for these men, have to go to the Shiva to meet them. If you wait a decent amount of time to meet a widower, will he already be taken by a hot, young blonde, who we all know loves him for himself not his money or his plane or his influence.
When will you guys grow up? Was Paul McCartney not a cautionary tale? Must you wait until after you alienate your existing children with a new baby, just what every 71-year-old man really wants, to come to your senses? Believe me when I tell you every woman in your age group would love to have a twenty-eight year old stud at her beck and call, but somehow women have a little more class and just cannot seem to get the hang of humiliating themselves.
My apologies to the Duchess of Alba who didn’t get the memo. Is there any difference in these cases? Of course not, we are just so much more familiar with the older man younger woman scenario, it doesn’t startle our senses anymore. Believe me I can see the differences between my husband and George Clooney, but I close my eyes and remember the thirty-eight year old version of my husband. And I pray he can return the favor.
What kind of message are you sending to your daughters, or daughters in law, or even grand daughters?
I can understand you took the loss of your wife very hard. Please give some thought to what you and your wife would have said if it was one of your close friends behaving this way after the death of his wife of forty-eight years. I know my husband and I would be giggling over our iPad in bed if you were our friend.
Please stop and think before you do anything else to embarrass your family. Better yet, give Sir Paul a call and ask his opinion. And please don’t use that old Woody Allen chestnut, “the heart wants what the heart wants.”