For those of you who are getting bored I promise that this will be the last week of me going on about my age and my impending 50th birthday, at least until it occurs later this year.
Last week I contended that men were not as concerned as women on reaching “significant” ages and a number of my female friends have taken me up on this.
It has been suggested that although I have declared my age I, and most men these days, do everything possible to try to look as young as possible.
I disputed this but was soon faced with evidence to the contrary.
In my own particular case it was suggested that I dye my hair, which I don’t, but I accept that when I grow a beard I dye the patches which are grey.
I was then reminded that it is unusual for me to wear my glasses outside of my home, being much more inclined to wear contact lenses, as having to wear glasses is often seen as a sign of ageing.
It was then pointed out that I use moisturiser, skin cream and gel my hair.
All accepted by the way.
Finally, these friends (and I still class them as such) mentioned that some of the clothes I wear would not look out of place in my teenage son’s wardrobe.
The implication that at times I was mutton dressed as lamb was not put subtly at all.
I considered this and conceded that in at least some of these examples the proverbial cap (baseball of course, and worn backwards,) seemed to fit.
I then went on to consider whether this illustrates that I am trying to maintain my youth or simply just being vain, and indeed whether the two are the same in any event.
As a lawyer I felt that I must assess the evidence regardless of how unpalatable the verdict might be.
This leaves me having to accept that none of these scenarios portrays me in a very positive light.
Faced with that I feel compelled to simply ignore everything and say I’m pragmatic enough, and clearly old enough, to say I just don’t care.