Me? June Cleaver? Have you met me?
infomedia on August 22, 2010 I adore my STILL HANDSOME husband, but I’m nobody’s welcome mat. So, let me make it clear what kind of admirers make up the STILL HANDSOME Adoration Society: if your self-esteem is alive and well, but you’re devoted to supporting a STILL HANDSOME man stay healthy and smartly dressed and active, you’re One of Us. June Cleaver clones? Hardly. For Heaven’s sake: Some of us are gay partners.
Biology and the part of our culture that’s youth-obsessed has made too much of May-September relationships: the idea that a Man of a Certain Age desperately longs to have a couple of 25-year-olds around instead of his devoted, similarly aged lover. That notion is insulting to mature men and their significant others. A STILL HANDSOME man may complain about his growing aches and pains, receding hairline, and statin side-effects, but he is comfortable in his own skin, proud of the man he’s become over the years, and happy to have a wife, lover or significant other who appreciates his wisdom and identifies with his personal experience.
People have asked me whether “The Care and Feeding of Your STILL HANDSOME” seminars are sexist or condescending. “No! No Way!” is the answer to that. I’m not bringing infotainment to a group of Stepford Wives/Partners in 2010! Those of us who go with him to Nordstrom’s to buy new “interview” clothes or suggest a new haircut or praise him when he cuts back on sugary-fatty-salty foods are just strong-minded people who are happy to see our STILL HANDSOMEs thrive and delight in watching him stride around with his shoulders back and a big smile on his face. We’ll never be anyone’s welcome mat—just adoring fans!