Margo, you are very very kind. There are days that I feel strong and days that I don’t. That’s just life. Days I feel gorgeous, days I feel like a hag. Truth be told, guys likely feel exactly the same way. Society is just as brutal about aging men in many ways, so the real issue is how society treats aging PERIOD. The very moment a wrinkle or a fat roll shows up, it’s the end of the world. However, as I’ve written elsewhere, we are not our bodies. They are just vehicles. We do our best, one hopes, to maintain, develop, challenge, but nothing beats character. What is sad is that our fascination with, disgust with, embarrassment about the very thing we can do nothing about: age and eventual decrepitude, turns us into harridans and hateful abusers. Our economy counts on our insecurities, and sells us shit based on what we fear the most but cannot possibly control. We will age and we will die. The quality of that life, the way we negotiate that process defines our character. To attack and take out our self-hate on others is a huge statement of that character or lack thereof. Thanks for your comments.