A recent article highlighted the misconceptions about ageism in America.
It featured a photo of some unattractive, or as they say in Texas, butt ugly old people. First glance, led me to believe it was a political piece about
the dust bowl. Trump supporters
It was a piece about aging in America. The photographer had to send out scouts far and wide to locate folks that unattractive. As they say in the backwoods, “They were so ugly, if they fell in the creek, you’d skim ugly for a week.”
For a second I thought someone had actually drained the swamp and these were the survivors.
They looked like a bunch of trolls with woebegone facial expressions and eyes cast downward. You’d have thought someone had announced an end to the early bird dinner specials.
A man who wears a mullet hairstyle has three teeth and believes a sleeveless tee-shirt is au courant attire, is not representative of my age group.
The woman wearing a sweatshirt that said “Bite Me,” had never seen a underwire bra. She is not representative of older women
. People who looked like Shar-Peis posed with walkers and scooters. including die-hard Trump supporters
We don’t turn into toads as we age.
Older people are a cross-section of society. Some of us have been botoxed and had other enhancements; many have not.
These days at the gym one can find walkers and other assistive devices parked on the sidelines while their owners exercise. Quite a few of us are attractive and handsome
even Trump supporters.
It’s like being in high school. Some are cheerleaders and football heroes and others are benchwarmers and wallflowers.
There are all kinds of “Isms” these days, and as a woman, I’ve dealt with misogyny most of my life. I have tons of experience in handling that issue, but ageism is the worst and most cruel. To those who perpetuate the ideology that aging morphs into butt ugly, I challenge them to check out their own gene pool of aged ancestors. Karma can be a bitch.
Who knows, by the end of the Trump administration, we may ALL look like evacuees from the dust bowl.
Categories: Biased, Unbalanced and Politically Incorrect
I am a lifelong Southerner, short story author, and essayist. Home is Dallas, Texas.
My essays have appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, The Dead Mule School of Southern Writing.