Here’s a heartwarming story for y’all:
A grandmother who is using dating apps at the age of 70 said she looks and feels decades younger – and is having the best sex of her life.
Well, fine; and good for her. If you rediscover the fire at whatever the age, then go for it.
My simple question: Why do does she have to tell us all about it in the flipping newspaper?
Of all the things we’ve lost in recent times, I think the loss of personal modesty is one of the worst. Personally, I blame the Baby Boomers for starting it all — and at age 70 (my age), our proud shagger above is a perfect example.
Spread your wrinkled legs all you want, dearie. Just don’t feel you have to share your story with the world.
“‘They say as you get older you dry up a bit but I met someone who knew exactly what to do.”
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Trashy slut, and always has been.
Giving everyone more info than they require.
I like everyone to keep an air of mystery about our relationship. I don’t want to know about other people’s horizontal refreshments.
I wonder if she attracts archeologists
It’s the old saying – sex sells. It started way before Boomers. Hugh Hefner knew that. Bob Guccione figured if it was a bit cruder he’d outdo Playboy, and Larry Flint took it to its crudest, knowing it would sell. Tabloid TV, like Maury Povich’s show featured women who didn’t know which of the four or five guys she’d shagged was the father of her kid, and exposed themselves on national TV for money and fame (never thinking about humiliation, I guess). And the tabloid press is in on it too, going with “Sex sells” as well as “If it bleeds it leads.’ So we get stories about which celebs want to extend their fifteen minutes of fame by letting it all hang out about their sex lives, and now 70 year old grannies are telling all too.
sigh.
“Ms Pemberton, this is the third time that you have come in for a revision to your artificial hip. You must let it heal rather than over exert it. NIH has already paid for three hips, there will not be a fourth!”
“say doc, you’re kinda cute….”