Yann Moix and the Underestimation of Middle Aged Women
I swear to God that I am a happy person. I am not bitter and miserable all the time. It just may seem that I am that way lately. Because… people.
I will openly admit that I do have a tendency to get a bit uppity. It’s not my fault.
I can’t help it if complete idiots are allowed to roam the Earth unsupervised.
I’d like to create a separate island where a giant magnet comes out of the sky and just moves all of them there to make each other miserable for all eternity. I do not, sadly, have the ability to make this happen. If you know someone who does, please let them know I want to chat.
Let me share with you what’s done it this time.
This week, French writer Yann Moix, who ironically is 50 years old, in a wild display of craptastic ignorance stated that he is incapable of loving a 50-year-old woman. Why, you ask?
Because the body of a 25-year-old is extraordinary. According to Monsieur Douchebag, there is nothing extraordinary about the body of a 50-year-old woman.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
This guy’s got to understand a number of things.
First of all, he shared this in an interview for Marie Claire. Marie Goddamn Claire. For a writer, he has seriously missed the mark in knowing one’s audience. Dropping this nugget of misogynist bullshit for a women’s magazine is like showing up to a vegan potluck with a roast pig on spit. Notably, the pig he’s brought is actually him.
Second, I think he has misunderstood how much game he has as a writer.
I don’t know what his life experiences have been but I feel like I am living proof that being a writer does not instantaneously make one more attractive to the opposite sex.
Instead, I find that when I tell a date that I am a writer I get that cockeyed golden retriever look that let’s me know the conversation will quickly turn to something far more interesting. Like the Chicago Bears. Or the downfall of the Greek economy. Or fracking.
Lastly, I don’t know what kind of women this man has encountered over the age of 50. I know a lot of women of “advanced age” who are pretty goddamn bad ass. In a number of weeks, I will round the corner to being closer to 50 then I am to 40.
I would be more than happy to demonstrate how bad ass middle-aged women are by throwing this jackhole on my back and knocking out a few squats. I mean, do you even lift, bro?
Moix went on to say that women over the age of 50 are invisible him. Well, thank God for that. Because this guy doing the romantic equivalent of the Dwight Shrute “shun” is a favor to all women, regardless of age.
One thing you should know about me: humor is my defense mechanism. It’s my go to. This said, I am pissed off to holy hell. I am thankful, however, in some small part.
Many men do not understand the stress and anxiety of unnecessary expectations that women have to face, especially as we age. This gives all of us a perfect example to point to.
We glorify youth and demonize aging. However, I see something amazing happening. Women are turning the table. We’re getting more accepting of ourselves and each other.
Our bodies our own and we celebrate them. We love them. We share them. We take pride in them, not because of how they look, but for what they’ve done and where they’ve been.
We are slowing down the machine of pettiness of tearing each other down. We’re lifting each other up. And more than anything, what these bodies hold are beautiful and exquisite minds. Minds that educate 25 year-olds with perfect bodies that being loved just for how you look is not enough. It never has been and it never will be.
So as we grow in strength, your ability to find 25-year-olds with perfect bodies who are willing to accept your sexism is dwindling, Mr. Moix. Your time is wearing thin. Tick tock, motherfucker.
*If this one hit you, please feel free to peruse other pieces where I come completely unhinged…