Thursday, June 12th, 2008...11:20 am
#10: Don’t Lust After Paul McCartney
Sigh. I know, I know. I used to love Paul too. I lay on my bed with the radio pressed to my ear, singing along to “I Want To Hold Your Hand.” Wooo! I wrote Paul a letter trying to persuade him that the difference in our ages and circumstances wouldn’t and shouldn’t stand in the way of our love. And when Linda died, I was sad, but also, my heart rose in hope, just a little bit.
I still kinda think Paul is cute, jowls and all, but admitting you think so will get you branded as old. Why? Because, as my daughter says, Paul McCartney is “crusty.” Ew. Some male movie stars — think Sean Connery — can hold onto their sex appeal seemingly forever, but poor Paul doesn’t seem to be one of them.
Sir Paul? No way!
Honey, it’s all about Rick Springfield for me. The guy is gonna be 60 in August but you’d never know it. Go to one of his concerts and I guarantee it’ll rewind your biological clock
This is just one more of a vast amount of press in America trying to make people feel bad about their age. You can suck up to youth without trying to make older people depressed.
Heh. Apparently his very hot, rich-in-her-own-right 52 year old wife thinks differently, as do the thousands of folks flocking to his latest concerts.