A downright delusional article by a columnist for The Guardian, described as "a 50-year-old divorcee who has embarked on an enlightening journey into online dating in the perhaps irrational hope of finding true love":
It's been a week of gloomy thoughts about what one applicant called "the packaging". In fact, he wasn't an applicant. He wrote specifically to tell me he wasn't. "It's a shame I don't fancy you," he said, "because otherwise you tick all the boxes." Another said I sounded nice, but added: "Though unfortunately I have stringent physical criteria."
She may be going on fifty, but she seems as perplexed by her findings as though she was just born yesterday:
There seems to be a gender imbalance, vis-a-vis the packaging thing. All the women I know are tolerant of middle age showing itself in a chap. We quite like a late flowering, in fact: the silvering, the smile lines, the coming of bodily sturdiness. We read these as signs that life has been lived and enjoyed. We read them as indicators of substance, of being substantial. In general, men don't seem to grant us the same courtesy, at least not the men I meet online. They are highly focused on the packaging. It's disheartening.
She hasn't even the most rudimentary grasp of evolutionary psychology, or the asymmetric realities of SMV that her grandmother likely could have explained to her. She goes on:
"I bet you were gorgeous when you were young," I was told recently, via message, like that was supposed to be a compliment. Yes, I was gorgeous, ish, for a while, and self-absorbed, and shallow, and inexperienced, and over-sensitive and dull. You're right, mate, you'd have much preferred me then. [...]
It's true that men don't see me any more. It's sobering to walk down the street observing how the 50-year-old men behave, paying attention to what they're looking at as they stroll along. They are not looking in shop windows. They are not looking at me. They are looking at women half their age.
She proceeds to seek reassurance from her male friend Jack, but finds none:
"You're not like that, though, are you? Given a choice, you'd pick the older, more interesting woman, the passionate, well-read, intrepid, low-maintenance woman."
"Nice of you to think so," Jack said. "But I'd go for the firm arse and tits, always, without question."
I expressed mild disgust.
Now, this is just one columnist, and one might imagine the article to be written to garner maximum attention. More pertinent are the copious Facebook comments on the article from women, in particular post-Wall women--their hamsters spinning furiously, utterly divorced from anything resembling reality:
Vicky: "I wonder if sometimes it's because articles like this and the constant onslaught of hot young women in the media make older women feel bad about themselves and so don't always carry themselves with the same amount of confidence. Maybe it's confidence that's the real key. Just a thought."
Emily: "Maybe the middle aged men who judge women on their looks and discount them purely for looking their age aren't worth worrying about anyway"
Eva: "Because they're shallow, insecure and need to prove something to themselves and others all the time. Most have an underdeveloped EQ."
Sophie: "Only the shallow and crap men do. And they are not the only men that exist. Far from it. It's the same media lie as women needing to worry about their appearance. All of this is only 1%of the reality"
Alessandra: "Difference in mental capabilites... Men's brains are so limited. Moreover, as their view starts to fade away, they need values that could be understandable by a teen ager. Luckily, older women don't find them interesting nor attractive too."
Naomi: "Because they're victims of the same vicious campaigns that claim a woman is at the height of her beauty when she's a size 6 and under 25. Many women spend their mature life trying to stay young, denying the grace in growing old - why would you expect men to know any better?"
Sophia: "To hell with what men want, we have for centuries been too taken up by what 'men want'-if we are 50 and love who we are, body and everything else included, then again i say "to hell with men"-i love me, i don't need them..and if i need a one-night stand i would look for the younger-than-myself dude! and why not? what applies to men, applies to me as well.."
Sol: "I'm about to be 40 this year. I cannot believe that in 2015 while the 'value' of men increases with age, ours, as women, decreases. The point is a man who is just interested is looks is not interesting to me. I want a partner with whom I can talk to, discuss ideas, enjoy all the benefits of having an experienced sexual/love life. The 'man is a visual being' stuff for me is bullshit. We love the 'looks' too, of course, who doesn't? But we women are deeper human beings. Maybe it's the way men are raised?"
Jean: "I have a female friend (and of course the media), who tell me: 'Face facts you're past it'. And I think: past what? My life is full of stuff I still want to do, and all this fuss about loss of looks, just gets in the way, and is calculated to undermine my intent to be a force at any age."
And so on and so forth. There are some 1,000+ further comments I shan't bother to quote here. You surely get the gist.