Last night I saw a new movie that perpetuates a couple of silly myths about aging. Ironically, I got in for three bucks less than my cradle-robbed husband for some reason I don't understand--I mean, does Warren Buffett get that senior discount too? Anyway, "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel" features several very fine actors who actually have a lot of wrinkles in real life, so the producers must have saved a bundle on make-up. The story centers on a group of British oldsters who emigrate to India instead of living out their meager, wrinkly lives in Great Britain, opting instead for one final and affordable adventure outside their comfort zones. Way outside.
The movie offers a fun look at India, but some of the plot is gag-worthy. For example, one myth is that women north of 70 still desperately want a boyfriend. This is poppycock, plain and simple. While I love my husband and hope he outlives me so I never have to face a single day without him, if he were to keel over tomorrow I would not be out bar-hopping, shopping for his replacement. In fact, I might even let myself go, put on a few pounds and walk around the house in a flowered shmatte without a bra. Another myth is that old people desperately want sex but can't have it. Wrong! The ones who still want it want it because they can have it, and the ones who can't have it don't want it anymore. (It's all got to do with hormones, look it up.) And speaking as someone who's been at it for like 40-plus years, sometimes enough is enough.