age differences

Reality, Loneliness, and Perhaps the Harshest Downside of Traditional Older Man / Younger Woman Relationships

I’ve written both critically, and whimsically about the tradition of relationships between older men and younger women. I’ve cited Hugo Schwyzer’s meditations on such relationships with approval.

This morning around 4:00 AM a less-frequently mentioned issue… one that everyone seems to be aware of but everyone also tends to whistle past the (literal!) graveyard about… came to pass. My mother’s long time relationship with a man nearly two decades her senior ended when he passed away.

They met when she was in her early 70s and he in his later 80s. They became involved some time after his wife, a friend of hers, passed away. They’ve been extremely good friends for more than a decade. He was as smart as she is (quite a feat) and even more full of stories. He was a funny, charming, loyal, and true companion. As his health declined, even though he had admirable care, including nursing- and hospice care in the retirement center they both lived in she spent most of her waking time with him — talking to him, combing his hair, holding his hand, talking and joking with him, reading to him, listening to him, and (since she was a physical therapist before retirement) helping with his physical care. And he deeply appreciated and cared for her.

But now he’s gone. And as she has approximately the same life expectancy he did (late 90s) she’s quite likely to spend the better part of two decades without him.

Anyway, when we speak of relationships we’re so biased towards relative youth we tend to merely romanticize rather than analyze relationships among the very old. Staying in a community that thanks to the confluence of relationship patterns and life expectancy is generally about two-thirds widows of men who’d have tended to have shorter life expectancies even before factoring in their age differences it’s… pretty clearly not the ideal arrangement gendered relationship tradition suggests.

While I would never take away the deep enjoyment my mother and her partner had, nor do I automatically scorn even broad differences in age, I wonder how much loneliness might be avoided if we encouraged our children, should they be inclined to long-term heterosexual relationships, to seek more-literally, and more demographically, age-appropriate ones.

Middle-School Aged Missing (Or At Least Overlooked) Gender Gap

Between all the things we “know” about the differences between boys and girls on the one hand, and things we “know” about men and women on the other hand, there’s this roughly three-year gap that… we don’t “know” much about at all.

It’s not that it’s not studied (I’m sure it must be) and it’s obviously experienced by everybody. It’s just that you don’t hear many people talking about it.

It’s that gap between early childhood and early adulthood, the gap where girls hit their growth spurts, and puberty, and cognitive and social expansion, and start developing romantic and/or early sexual identities while boys in their classes mostly… aren’t.

And yes, mileage varies, yes there’s overlap, yes, yes, yes. But…

There’s this little one, or two, or maybe three year window. One that probably seems small to most adults. It’s maybe 20% of an early adolescent’s life.

It’s not talked about much. Outside of middle-school administrator’s offices anyway.

Seems like it probably has an impact disproportionate to how much it’s discussed though.

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Another point about this that’s pretty important though: the gap I mentioned between middle-school aged girls and boys would be a gap relative to middle-school aged girls and boys. Not compared to, say, high-school aged girls, not to high-school aged boys, definitely not to adults.

Seems like that probably has an impact too.

Failing to understand it, though, probably has an even bigger impact. Much bigger.

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And finally, (and this point is a lot more speculative) I’m not sure when exactly boys start catching up. I’m guessing somewhere between average late high-school and, say, mid-college age.

That definitely seems to have an impact, one that’s probably a little better recognized. And one that I think is considerably exploited by military recruiters and other adults, vendors of gendered-male products and services, and, for better or worse, peers.

Failing (sometimes, I think, willfully failing) to understand that one has, I think, tremendous impact.

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Anyway, two questions:

  • What’s your recollection of your own middle-school experiences?
  • What’s your recollection of the experiences of middle-schoolers you might have watched grow up?

The No-Sex Class and Positions of Power:Those Surprised by the Iris Robinson Scandal Should Ask Themselves Why They're Surprised

Seems like only two weeks ago a few people were beginning to question whether genes and gender were really responsible for successful atheletes and older politicians using graft and influence to support their barely-legal lovers. As opposed to opportunity.

I’d say the latter. Actually I think I have said it’s the latter.

If you think the real story is that Iris Robinson is…

...the woman’s blatant hypocrisy. She is a devout, cross-wearing Christian who has said homosexuals are immoral and revolting people in need of Jesus and psychiatric help. Apparently her own immorality only became a problem when she got caught.

See, for instance, here.

or that it’s the money, or the politics, or the sex, or even the relative ages of the partners…then you’re missing the most interesting part of the story.

Here’s the funny thing: When you “know” it never happens you don’t even bother to look. Once people start looking, though, they’re going to notice that human beings are human beings. And while some individual human beings are saints, and others sinners, no human beings as a class are angels.

One Possible Answer to the "Disappearing Boyfriend" Question: They Might Be Men, Not Boys

Summary: A brief history of teen pregnancy policy and how, long before I found this domain name, it motivated me to start blogging.

Actually I can answer part of my previous question, about whether the boyfriend is likely to disappear if his girlfriend becomes pregnant. In fact it was the second issue that made me decide to try to start a political blog, back when a domain name cost $1000 a year and a “blogging platform” meant Notepad.exe and copy of HTML for Dummies.

Again I can’t remember the source nor can I find my original notes (we’re talking mid-1990s here so they might by on a floppy disk somewhere) but…

At the time teen pregnancy rather than illegal immigration was the giant bugaboo of the right, and so of necessity of the left as well.

One data point that stood out for me was that when teenage girls become pregnant, or at least became pregnant back then, the father was overwhelmingly likely to be 10 years older than she was.

In other words the “boyfriend” wasn’t likely to be an actual boy at all!

Again, I don’t have my notes but I’m pretty sure that at least when it comes to teen pregnancy the disappearance of said “boy” friends is likely to be even more complicated.

Some years later, after domain prices and other barriers to creating websites had fallen, and, sad to say, after my original attempt at a straight-up political blog had perished in obscurity, while digging through a list of recently-expired domain names I stumbled across “realadultsex.com.” And snapped it up figuring I’d figure something to do with it. It wasn’t till a year or two after that that I finally decided to, well, start doing this!

Before all that, though, when I was just an obscure straight-up wannabe political blogger, I’d already decided that it wasn’t just a good idea to discourage sex between minors and adults, it would be good policy as well. My domain name has several meanings to me. That’s a big one.

At any rate, while I didn’t yet have much of the progressive and/or “sex-positive” and/or “3rd-wave feminist” vocabulary it seemed pretty clear to me that even if teenagers couldn’t be held accountable for teen pregnancy (a bit of a myth since, in fact, they’re often amazingly solemn in actual peer-to-peer relationships) then it might be a good idea to craft policies to reach impregnating adults instead of “slut-shaming” their juvenile partners.

As far as I know it’s still never been tried.

Dating Dictums: (Age/2)+7 Plus


Cartoon by XKCD. Used under a Creative Commons license. Click to see full-size at xkcd’s site.

Jay Dyckman, writing as the single gay guy in Em & Lo’s “Wise Guys” feature Love. And Everything in Between. takes the question “How much younger than them do you think most guys are comfortable dating before it becomes embarrassing?” and knocks it out of the park.

Yes, there is an age too young for anyone to date. But I think it happens only after you hit 35. Any dating combo of two people both under 35 (provided both are over 21…yes, 21, not 18) is probably not a big deal. No one really considers themselves that old before hitting 35.

After 35, all bets are off.  If you’re over 35 and you date someone more than 10 years your junior, you will — and rightly so — be mocked (and silently envied) by your friends and enemies for such dating hubris. It will put you squarely in the “oh please” zone. And this goes for both men and women: Dating much younger than yourself connotes a power dynamic that is creepy yet totally gender non-specific.  Both sexes look entirely ridiculous parading their toy around, be it male or female. But if you’re over 35, you can date anyone — of any age disparity — who is also over 35.  A 65-year-old and 37-year-old?  Sure, why not.

This might seem arbitrary but age designations exist for a reason. The good people of corporate America have decided that once we’re older than 35, we are no longer a desirable marketing demographic.  That’s real science, people. After 35, big age differences are obviously apparent, but both parties have fully exited the nubile stage so no one really cares. You are no longer hip, cool, or capable of dating someone who had an “American Idol”-themed Bar Mitzvah.

Read the quote in context here.

I actually like XKCD’s formula, which one of Em & Lo’s commenters linked to. I’m more impressed with Jay Dyckman’s answer, though. Not least about the way society writes you off past age 35.

For the record it’s not that people aren’t still sexy, let alone(!!!) sexual after 35. It’s just that nobody’s really trying to police you. (Well, there was that bill introduced in Massachusetts to extend child-sex and child-pornography laws to “protect” everyone over 60. 60!!! But in committee it seems to have died the humiliating death it deserved.)

Anyway, Dyckman’s also right that after 35 pretty much everyone agrees you’re an adult and thus capable of making your own decisions. Also, more importantly, of not really caring so much what other people think.

Age: Time As the Fourth Dimension In Gender Politics

[This post crystallizes for me an age-related structural gender issue that seems pretty critical but I haven’t seen it discussed much. :-) —fl]

Last week Ezra Klein raised one of those hidden-in-plain-sight issues that I think are barkingly critical to understanding contemporary gender dynamics.

Folks might remember this rather startling map that criss-crossed the internet a few months ago. Using Census Survey data, it purported to show the imbalance in singles of both genders across the country. The East Coast, it turned out, was full of lonesome ladies. The West Coast was packed with unhappy bachelors. Folks had some methodological questions, but most read the map and moved on, or read the map and moved to a city with more hot, hot, singles action.

But Great American Jonathan Soma decided to dig into the numbers and make a more manipulable map. And the main variable he let you manipulate was age. The original map counted all singles between the ages of 20 and 64. The new map lets you screw with some sliders for a data range. And the results are fascinating. On the young end of the spectrum, single men outnumber single women just about everywhere. If you hold the ages to 20-34, DC, for instance, has 27 extra single men for every 1,000 people. Shift the slider so it tracks folks from age 45 to 60, and DC has 48 more single women for every 1,000 folks.

The reason for this, basically, is that women marry younger. About 1/3rd of women are married by age 24. Only 1/5th of men are. That creates some imbalance.

Read the quote in context here.


Click to see the full comic.
The syndicated cartoonist Vic Lee addresses the same issue in today’s Seattle Post-Intelligencer.

If you can’t make it out the comic is set in a restaurant. In center frame two women are sharing a toast. Behind them an angry older man exclaims to the similarly shocked woman at his table “No! It’s wrong! We’ve got to fight for traditional marriage.” At the next table a hip young man is whispering to his partner “Same-sex Issues?” She whispers back “No, same age!”

Ouch! Now there’s an unspoken taboo!

I’m pretty sure, by the way, that to the probably-substantial extent traditional gender values are involved this one is not unilaterally imposed by men. For instance if I hear one more single woman refer to their younger partner as “my 25-year-old” or, for that matter, a younger man refer to a prospective date as a “cougar” I may use intemperate language. (And duh, it already bugged me when similarly gendered language goes the other way.)

And yes, I’m aware that differential maturity rates among early-adolescent girls and boys establishes something of a gradient very early on. But here’s the deal: that gradient tends to disappear around, oh, say, age 18 — the age, coincidentally, when a blog called “real adult sex” would consider an appropriate age for folks to start having, well, real adult sex! But I digress…

If I hadn’t been thinking a lot about this I might have just left it at something like “gee, it’s just so inefficient this way — single 40-year-old women and unattached 20-year-old men should just start hooking up more often.” I’d have even had both statistical justification (marriages where the male partner is younger tend to be far more durable than other age-related pairings) or personal/anecdotal (if my dad’s parents had stuck with older-man/younger-woman then he wouldn’t be here and neither would I.) And there’s the business about how (at least for now) men tend to die before their partners and so it’s inefficient, dumb, and even self-defeatingly tragic for women to prefer older partners. I could even have dragged out examples of “other cultures” and, of course, the old saw about “sexual peaks.” A bit more recently I might have dragged out bits about patriarchy naturally favoring economically-advantaged older men and younger women with a system pitched against economical autonomy just seeing which side the bread is buttered on. And if (flying-spaghetti monster forfend) I was an ev-psych fan I’d blather about men’s preference for firm boobs and women’s preference for “proven providers…” as if most pre-modern economic and agricultural production world-wide

Yeah, yeah, yeah. All that. Whatever.

Instead I’ll just say we gotta start talking about this gendered age gradient. I’m obviously not saying we should start carding couples for their birth years — not only would that be counterproductive at any point it would also be premature. But! If we don’t start looking at it we’re going to continue looking at more than a lot of lonely people of different ages sitting on different coasts.

Look at relative pay differences between men and women, to name just one. We’re so used to looking at comparable pay — how as in the Ledbetter case female manager X was systematically paid less than male managers performing the same work. Chances are looking pretty good right now that the Ledbetter Fair Pay Act will be passed by the next Congress and signed by the next President. Cool, right? Well, sure! But that’s comparative pay.

But what about relative, internal-to-relationship income and experience when by tradition and, evidently, statistical preference of both parties consistently gives the male partner a three to five year jump on the female partner?

In the outside world they can both be earning amounts comparable to peers of both genders, but when it comes to decisions at home about who brings home more money, which career moves… or even geographic ones… should take precedent, and who the family can most afford to stay home with pre-school children a bias towards… whoever has the more established career and income is going to carry a lot of weight. No matter who does most of the dishes on a daily basis. And don’t forget that whoever stays home with new children (usually the lower-earning-power member) is set back all the further.

I’ve mentioned elsewhere that aggregate personal choices of partner grossly exaggerate perceptions of differences in height, strength, horniness, or whatever compared to actual averages. For instance there’s far, far, far more overlap in average men’s and women’s heights than in relative heights between hetero partners. Well, in the same way a persistent bias for younger, and therefore on-average lower-earning women partnering with older, and therefore longer-in-the-workplace men will tend to perpetuate gendered economic differences no matter how egalitarian society becomes at large.

Since one of the precepts of radical feminism is that imbalances in domestic heterosexual relationship is the template for all other forms of oppression (one reason why the old-timers kept saying “the personal is the political”) averaging the economic playing field may not create as much egalitarianism as projections of aggregate equality might lead us to expect.

So.

I’m not exactly sure how we’re going to overturn both the one-way Hugh Hefner/Maureen Dowd gender/age template. Which is ok — there are lots of ways to get there. But I will say, rather bluntly, that gender relations are going to plateau below parity until we start seeing more truly random age mixing between gendered couples.

[While all this is a new idea to me it must have been discussed by others earlier. Therefore I’ll welcome pointers to references in comments. Thanks in advance. —fl]

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Random Note: Despite the charts Ezra Klein linked to it’s not necessary to just hookup surpluses of 20-something west-coast men with 40-something east-coast women. Almost all couples are just a few years apart and I’m guessing under any optimal solution that would still be true after the gendered age gradient collapsed. (Unlike, say, Hugo Schwyzer, I don’t think larger age gaps are necessarily a problem… again, as long as they trend gender-random as well.)

Random Note: Makes me wonder about the trend where “red-state” people both begin sex and get married much younger than “blue states”... and consequently blue-state people have more stable marriages and way lower divorce rates. [Update: Doh! Corrected typo in the previous sentence implying that red-state people were better off. —fl]

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See also

- “Cougers,” Entitlement, and Unexamined BiasSexism? Ask me (out)

Questioning Age Old Old-Age Cliches

Lux Alptraum of Boinkology notes another dent in our (extravagantly age-ist) narratives about “immutable” gender roles.

When an older man pursues a younger woman, it’s considered normal. When an older woman pursues a younger man, she’s a bit of a novelty. But that may not be the case for much longer: in the world of online dating, at least, women over 50 pursuing younger partners is par for the course. She said it here.

Purely anecdotal evidence digression: Some time last year, I think, I got curious about all those online dating sites and signed up for a bunch of them. Most of them were for pay, and even more were about straight-up find-a-life-partner match making, and I quickly let most of the trial accounts lapse. OkCupid, on the other hand, seems almost more like a social network site than a dating site (though plenty of people on the site date) and it’s free so every now and then I check to see who their system thinks would be interesting to me or I to them.

I mention this because OkCupid gives you a little list of who’s been interested enough in you to check out your page. And that’s relevant because I’d say that roughly half the people who’ve been checking me out or otherwise indicating interest (via other contact features) have been older and half younger.

Various dominant narratives about gene-based or hormone-based gender interest would have it otherwise but I still think it’s got a lot more to do with being human-based. In other words humans when given a chance have a broad array of interests, except when that array is carved away by expectation and/or indoctrination.

Another anecdote: While I enjoy generally enjoy being a reluctant but sincere monogamist, last weekend while browsing the street-fair style booths alongside Vancouver’s Jericho Beach Park I was briefly but very nicely chatted up by an older woman, born some time in the 1940s or perhaps early 1950s, with beautiful, naturally turned-white hair.

At one point afterwards I felt a bit silly for thinking “Hmm, if I were younger, and still single…” Except that when I was younger and still single I was still blinded by ageism. And I shared the general opinion that men and women are “over the hill” between maybe age 25 and 35 where except for a couple of mostly male icons they generally stop getting romantic roles in movies and photographed for fashion magazines. And I might have been horrified by the idea of “people with wrinkles having sex,” even if they happened to be cute wrinkles. But mostly when I was younger I was indoctrinated to believe “elderly ladies” “outgrew” interest in romance, let alone lust.

All of which leads me to question one bit of Alptraum’s very nice post: is it really a novelty that older women are expressing interest in younger men, or is it that we just hadn’t previously noticed? Or cared? Or permitted it?

The presumptive assumption of "taken in hand"

At one point in the musical The Sound of Music Rolf, a 17-year-old recruit in the Nazi-era Austrian military, courts Leisl, a 16-year-old member of the Von Trapp Family Singers with the following, seemingly unobjectionable lyrics.

You are 16 going on 17
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads
And grueways and cads
Will offer you fruit and wine

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken

You need someone
Older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am 17 going on 18
I’ll take care of you

Rodgers And Hammerstein, 1959

So…. what, exactly, qualifies one person to tell a partner what to do? Some places it’s age, yeah, and sometimes it’s class or status or relative economic worth, and or course plenty of places it’s having a penis. But… really… I mean how much more can a 17-year old boy know about, say, sex than a 16-year-old girl if, say, they’re both babe-in-the-woods virgins? (Let alone considering that the boy in the song had no more sense than to join the Hitler fucking Youth!)

Now if you look at the sentiments behind that song (the 16-year-old, I should mention, thoroughly agrees with her suitor that she’s helpless and needs to be, well, taken in hand.)

Well, first of all there’s the whole Patriarchal (or, strictly speaking, masculinist) business about guys just naturally being qualified to call the shots since they’re just naturally superior no matter how naive, stupid, inept, thumb-fingered, ham-handed, pig-headed, or inexperienced they might be.

And there’s the boost to his self-esteem. Sure, it’s a totally false, and thus easily pricked self-esteem. But it certainly simplifies things to just have everyone define you as infallibly right (if not actually infallible.)

And for her there’s even the freedom-from-choice relaxation that comes from utterly delegating all responsibility to another person. Sure, it might be totally false delegation that requires a lot of circumlocution, indirection, subterfuge, resentment, nagging, bitterness, “disappointment” and contempt. But it certainly simplifies things to just let someone else call the shots so that you’re never to blame for anything.

Anyway, let’s look at a couple of possible outcomes of inherent assumptions behind Rolf and Leisl’s decision that Rolf should call the shots.

1) When they hop in the sack they both know it’s his responsibility to “show her” how to have sex. Even though they may both be completely aware that he has no more idea than she. Except, perhaps, that it’s going to hurt. Her.

2) Since he’s responsible for teaching her she’s going to have to be a little circumspect about any suggestions.

3) Whereas they might have different opinions about what constitutes a successful event, since he’s calling the shots any “lessons” are likely to favor his preferred outcome.

4) More to the point, if they’re both equally inexperienced then even though he’s calling the shots neither he nor she will have any idea whether he’s doing whatever he’s doing “right.”

5) Whereas they might have different opinions about what constitutes a successful event, since he’s in charge of teaching her exactly what sex is all about she may have nothing going for her but a “hmmm, well I thought there’d be more to it than that” sense that it wasn’t going all that well.

6a) Even if he winds up doing a pretty good job!

and/or

6b) Even if his father or another adult man in his life has arranged for him to “learn the ropes” with a local prostitute.

Sound like a relationship you’d want to enter into? Were you, like most of us, raised to believe there wasn’t really any other way?

So… let’s look at a couple of possible outcomes of dropping the whole idea that when two people have exactly the same information and/or experience then the one with one with the extra birthdays, the cash, the local accent and skin-color, or, especially, the penis is defined as right and his partner as “having a lot to learn.”

Well, for one thing, without any expectations they could figure out what works best together! To paraphrase Scarleteen founder Heather Corinna, the benefits of fumbling around together to work it out are highly under-appreciated. Sure, you’d have no idea what you were doing but then you’d have no expectations that anyone would! Making one partner or the other the defacto instructor totally breaks that dynamic…

I think I could go on but that last point, all by itself, seems like all the reason we’d need to ditch that whole shocking conceit. And wait, there’s more!

What if one or the other partner not only had a penis but really actually was way more sexually experienced? Would that still give them the credibility, let alone the right, to tell their partner “You need someone / Older and wiser / Telling you what to do?”

No. It’s still a bad idea for exactly the same reasons articulated above.

Update: I should clarify that it’s a bad idea because when it comes to sex you’re really only an inexperienced beginner once. For maybe five minutes. After that chances are pretty darn good that you’re going to have enough context to start figuring out some things on your own… whereupon your partner might continue to be a nice resource to draw on… but older, wiser, and telling you what to do? Bwhahahahaha till milk comes out my nose!

Younger women and older men

Hugo Schwyzer mentioned yesterday that he’s been getting tons of Google hits from people looking for “Older men and younger women.”

For some reason, there’s been an absolute explosion since last Saturday in the number of hits to this blog looking for info on “older men and younger women.” These remain my most popular posts ever by far — I’m averaging 15-20 hits every hour of every day this week from sites like Google Australia and Yahoo in France, all eager to read more on this subject. I note that I now have the #1 and #2 ranked sites on Google USA for that search query! Searchers may not like what they find, but once again, here are my three posts on the topic:

Some reflections on older men, younger women and integrity

More on older men and younger women, a long response to “Kate”

One last post on older men, younger women: a reply to “Emily”

Any theories as to why this topic — always a popular one — has suddenly become even more popular with so many folks?

You can see the rest of Hugo’s post here.

Whew! Now I feel I’ve done the responsible thing and cited Hugo’s even more responsible post.

And of course I don’t mention it repeatedly here in hopes of attracting hits from the same places he was getting them.

Ok! I had an ulterior motive.

Ok, ok! I mean I had another ulterior motive.

I’m actually sort of curious who they might be.

I don’t think it’s all mid-midlife crisis-sufferers seeking exploitably young women, though there might be some. I don’t think it’s all Anna Nichole Smith “gold-digger” wannabes seeking exploitably elderly men, though there might be some. I don’t even think they’re all from representatively conservative National Review columnist and NRO Corner blogger John Derbyshire seeking support for his thesis that in terms of desirability women are over the hill by age 15 (though not for lack of interest on his part.)

Those are all kind of stereotypical, pretty negative assumptions about relative age in relationships so I’ll balance it by wondering instead if it has anything to do with role-playing fantasies, specifically age-play fantasies.

The cool thing about fantasies, of course, is they’re just fantasies. And the cool thing about role-playing is they’re playing out fantasies.

And the cool thing about age-play fantasies for me is I’ve finally got the kind of silvery-graying temples that would give me an air of stern dignity… were I able to stop goofing around long enough to pull it off. :-)

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Anyway, if you’ve found your way here via Google, or if you’ve otherwise read this far because the subject interests you, I’d like to hear what you think. What do you consider to be older/younger instead of just “not the same age?” I know from private correspondence that at least a couple regular visitors are in decades-long marriages with older men and that others have had affairs or flings with men old enough to be their… well, I guess as a non-academician I’m comfortable saying “... to be their professors.”

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Update: Rae, a non-blogging commenter, says

I have always dated men much older than I am. For me, it’s a matter of being able to relate to someone, and yes, Hugo is right about the measure of safety. But I’ve always been a settled kind of person, and I have never found a man my age I could be more than friends with. I have a bevy of male friends my age and a little younger, and I have always felt they were more like my brothers, somebody I could punch and tease and go bowling with, but not someone who I could love or marry or share a home with.

She raises a very Interesting point. The oldest children of my immediate group of peers are just approaching middle-school age and already we’re hearing about the issue of girls physically maturing much sooner than boys their age and therefore the sense of alienation boys and girls of the same age have for each other at different points. Hmmm… At any rate, from my own teenage years I remember girls tended to be much more interested in older boys. I wonder if that establishes any kind of patterns for later on?

Anyway, I’m just saying that without absolving men who actively exploit much younger women it’s still the case that many younger women are just as attracted to older men.

Why I'm sorry I'm monogamous (today anyway)

I hope it’s clear from most of my posts that I’m reasonably comfortable with monogamy. Some days, though, someone comes along and says something so barkingly stupid you just want to…

Here’s the scoop: Conservative darling John Derbyshire of National Review Online (don’t follow that link, though, as it might only encourage him and will certainly bring in ad revenue for his enterprise) scorns real adult sex.

Did I buy, or browse, a copy of the November 17 GQ, in order to get a look at Jennifer Aniston’s bristols? No, I didn’t. While I have no doubt that Ms. Aniston is a paragon of charm, wit, and intelligence, she is also 36 years old. Even with the strenuous body-hardening exercise routines now compulsory for movie stars, at age 36 the forces of nature have won out over the view-worthiness of the unsupported female bust.

It is, in fact, a sad truth about human life that beyond our salad days, very few of us are interesting to look at in the buff. Added to that sadness is the very unfair truth that a woman’s salad days are shorter than a man’s — really, in this precise context, only from about 15 to 20. The Nautilus and the treadmill can add a half decade or so, but by 36 the bloom is definitely off the rose. Very few of us, however, can face up to this fact honestly, and I am sure this diary item will generate more angry e-mails of protest than everything else I have written this month.

This evidently isn’t the only time he’s put forth this argument. Elsewhere he’s gone even further and said

Conservatives, as I recall, are the ones who believe that “human nature has no history.” It follows that we are at ease with the fact that the human female is visually attractive to the human male at, or shortly after, puberty, and for only a few brief years thereafter.

With tongue in cheek Avedon of The Sideshow upbraids Garance Franke-Ruta of for suggesting that Derbyshire is a pedophile when technically he’s more of an ephebophile but no matter how one slices it his upper limit — age 20 — reaches only barely beyond childhood.

Other people can, and have, responded factually and rationally to Derbyshire’s provocation. Factual and rational responses don’t work on guys like that. Instead I’ll just step briefly out of character and point out how he lets his ideological belief triumph in stunning fashion over all factual evidence and almost any measure of experience or reality even in bed! Crikies! If anyone ever deserved a leading role at NRO’s The Corner, a comfy chair on FOX news, or an invitation to dinner at the White House this guy’s our man.

Stepping back into character, though, I just want to say that it’s days like these that I regret monogamy. It may be the case that if men find women over age 20 attractive then the terrorists will have won (we are talking the National Review here) but I don’t care. The most achingly beautiful, erotic, attractive women I’ve ever known have all had one thing in common: adulthood. Were I not monogamous I would cheerfully wine, dine, and sixty-nine friends, colleagues, and readers from ages 21 up to, well, at least 69.

I wouldn’t do it to make a point, by the way. I’d just do it. I might be (hypothetically) promiscuous as a goat but it’s kind of immoral to have sex even with willing partners just to prove a rhetorical point.

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