| taxwonk |
12-02-2005 12:37 PM |
Why life ends at 36. (PB Cross-Post!)
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Originally posted by Gattigap
I was torn about which board to post this on, given that the quote is from conservative luminary John Derbyshire:
- 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.
Poor, poor, dumbshit Republican. If there's a Mrs. Derbyshire, I give 50/50 odds that John won't see the morning.
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How bright can the lad possibly be if he can't draw the blatant connection between celebrity, fame, wealth and cosmetic surgery? Perhaps it would be best if Mrs. Derbyshire did him in, from a Darwinist perspective. Thinning the herd and whatnot. |
