Thanks to Tom Junod of Esquire, it is now okay to f*ck a 42 year-old woman, which is great for chicks in our early forties – we are now f*ckable.
This is Junod – aren’t you glad he thinks we’re hot? Actually, I’m 43, so am no longer hot, but as of 3 months ago, I was, in fact, quite desirable.
According to Junod, prior to his proclamation, a woman in her forties was the embodiment of a walking, talking, stalking tragedy:
Let’s face it: There used to be something tragic about even the most beautiful forty-two-year-old woman. With half her life still ahead of her, she was deemed to be at the end of something—namely, everything society valued in her, other than her success as a mother. If she remained sexual, she was either predatory or desperate; if she remained beautiful, what gave her beauty force was the fact of its fading. And if she remained alone… well, then God help her.
God help her???
Really, Tom? God help her? Isn’t that just a bit melodramatic?
God help Tom Junod – what an ass.
I was so annoyed by this article that for a moment, I couldn’t even think straight. All that kept flashing across my mind was a string of expletives, and if you know me, then you know that string was quite long and incredibly creative and crass.
Then I read some of the comments and was quite pleased to discover I’m not the only one who finds Junod to be a complete tool.
Check this gem from David:
As a 43 year-old man, I am so glad you wrote this piece. On top of the impertinence of your writing, it shows why no woman of any age will ever fuck you again. And that makes me very happy because the world is a slightly better place now that you can’t reproduce again. I hope your sensibilities die with your generation.
Couldn’t say it better myself.
And for the record, Tom, we know what you look like and now we also know how your brain works, and trust me honey, regardless of your age, you are 100% unf*ckable.