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Have you noticed as we get older we get more belligerent about what is ok and not ok.Of course in getting like this we can be accused of being Grumpy Old Women or Men.
Hearing the refrain, 'it wasn't like this in my day' is not good. Any more than the really frightful, 'turn that dreadful noise down' I really vowed I wouldn't say that one, when my Father used to drive me mad telling me my music was a hideous cacophony. And my trying to tell him the Beatles or the Stones were wonderful.
So instead I can cope with my youngest son's music, what I find really difficult though are the accompanying videos when the music is on the TV. The women are so sexualised, in the skimpiest clothes, pouting and thrusting as if with endless pleasure as some Rap singer sings about who knows what. That I would switch off whilst moaning about exploitation of women. Only to be told, as I said back in the day, ... it's different now!
Whatever happened to feminism?
I stood proud back in then alongside the other bra burning women, knowing that I had every right to be treated equally to any man. Course that isn't how it's ended up though. Men still run the world. Women run the home, even if they have high powered jobs. The majority of home care is still being done by women, especially the frightful and endless thinking about what meals to plan, buy for and then cook.
I know men do cook and some even shop, but seriously how many men check to see whether there is anything needing replacing before going shopping, when they live with a women. Going shopping with a man in my experience is a very expensive affair, as we just might need that rare expensive truffle oil that I would never buy!
With all this bloody mindedness going on inside me I've been able to turn down a rather wonderful invitation. I'm off, as ever to Philly in the next few weeks. And my friend Eve, thought I might like to go to New York and do a Broadway show. You'd think I'd bite her hand off. But oh no not me!
I don't like cities in the summer. I hate trailing round hot dusty streets and then freezing in air conditioning. I get bad tempered and seriously grouchy. So I won't easily go to London to see my son. I won't go to Exeter or Plymouth when I'm visiting Devon. So I'm definitely not going to New York.
Of course I am in the privileged position of having been there several times, so I almost feel like a local when I'm there. Although I have never been to the theatre there, which would be a treat.
Instead I've persuaded my friend that it will be more fun and cheaper to go out for local meals. Even though we've been doing them for ever. I love how I've been so often to the East Coast that I don't have to go anywhere sightseeing in the hot summer sun.
Been there, done it and got the T shirt. And unlike most Americans I have been in the White House, nah nah nah nah! She said in a grown up way.
So I've got my way and I will be on the best porch in the world, with a promise of New York in the winter when I can cope with the temperatures better.Fortunately for me Eve is 10 years younger than me, so she hasn't reached the grouchy stage yet! And no doubt when she does I will be a serene old crone, smiling sweetly at her outbursts of grumpieness as I condescendingly indulge her behaviour!
Just as well she loves me, cause otherwise I could feel the cold air from over here for those patronising statements!
