The End of Men

Little Timmy

Even though I feel pretty good and still have all my marbles, I am sometimes sad to be my age, mostly because 79 is pretty old and the end is closer than the beginning. But then I take a good look around and see that society is crumbling and worsening day by day, in every way. One really major way in which things are bad is that men are disappearing, and I really love men. Or at least I have in the past.

Beginning in my childhood and continuing until about 10 years ago, Hollywood has always served up the best men. Thankfully I was alive to see incredibly sexy and handsome male movie stars like Robert Mitchum, Paul Newman, Steve McQueen, Harrison Ford, Humphrey Bogart, Jimmy Stewart, Clark Gable, Cary Grant, Laurence Olivier, Marlon Brando, Robert Redford, James Dean, Christopher Plummer, Jack Nicholson, Al Pacino, Bruce Willis, Robert Duvall, Warren Beatty and James Caan. 

Most of them are dead now, but their movies live on. (Thank god for British actor Idris Elba, the only real "hunk" acting today.) 

Today I read in the Wall Street Journal that actor Timothee Chalamee, a wispy, anorexic-looking little slip of a boy who recently won a Golden Globe for something, is, according to Vogue magazine, "the most influential man in fashion." 

Timothee's photo makes me glad to be old. It also explains why so many women today are lesbians. And no, he is not in costume for a movie, he is appearing in his real life on the Red Carpet at an awards show.