Even in the best of circumstances, middle age can be a trying time for women. Do a Google search and you’ll find countless books, articles and blogs lamenting that once women turn 40, they start to become invisible – not just to men, but to society in general. In our youth-obsessed culture, they say, gals my age are no longer considered attractive, so we remain under the radar, as if the world stops seeing us as part of humanity.In the article, I go on to say that I never quite bought into that “Invisible Woman Syndrome” and I fancy myself as the type who would bloom wherever she’s planted. I don't know why, but I've always had a (somewhat annoying) sense of self-confidence and the related sense of self-worth.
That said, I've still had my share of times when I'd look in the mirror in thorough disgust. I'm too fat, I hate my hair... whatever. Crazy shit. Funny, the older I get, the better I feel about myself and my sense of attractiveness. But I'm a total weirdo. Probably delusional.
Anyway, women tend to think we have the lock on such neurotic-ness. We believe men age gracefully and that it's a snap for them to attract women, even those much younger than they are. Aging is a breeze for men, huh? Hell, life is a breeze for men, right?
I'd like you to check out my friend Ray's R. Jacob Post, specifically yesterday's entry. You'll get a glimpse into one man's perspective that, quite honestly, women don't get to see very often.
Sometimes we forget that men are people, too. Ray's post is a poignant reminder.