I am a baby boomer, at the young end but booming all the same.
Some of my contemporaries are complaining that boomering is slowly fading them into invisibility.
A visiting priest at my church once said,
“The best thing about turning sixty this week is that I will no longer have to keep up my image as a sex symbol.”
I haven’t turned sixty yet and I don’t think I ever aspired to sex symbolism but the best thing for me about booming is:
- No one gropes me, chats me up, sidles closer to me on a bus,
- Stares, wolf whistles, rubs against me on the tube,
- Honks horns, flirts shamelessly, makes kissing noises as I walk,
- Mentally undresses me, calls me chick, yells sexist comments from a car,
- Remarks on my breasts, leers at the flicker of my tongue, or pinches my bottom.
If this is invisibility then BRING IT ON!
I actually agree with you. It’s liberating. I get to be all of me instead of a one dimensional ideal that I can never measure up to. I feel more confident and more attractive than I ever did when I was twenty something or even thirty plus for that matter. The best part is that I’m enjoying it precisely because it really only matters to me these days. Being a sex symbol is exhausting.
Gosh you ladies are hot! I never felt like a sex symbol, but I do feel sexier now and more comfortable in my own skin than ever before. I think it’s confidence. I don’t give a rat’s behind what people think. So there’s not that keeping up with the Jones’s thing. I take care of myself, exercise, try and eat well…not always successful there, but I try. I take the time to put my makeup on when I go out. Every once in awhile I get a second look even now at 57. And I’ll take it!