Still, I’d been picturing 50 as the year when I’d be done. When I’ve finished looking, I can go home, secure in the knowledge that nobody expects my living room to look like that. Men, meanwhile, watch a three-hour game, played by elite athletes with single-digit body fat, and most won’t feel a single twinge of self-doubt, or miss a single chip from the nacho platter. I don’t even think it would occur to them to feel bad, or try to emulate what they saw. If you want to be Blanche, be Blanche.

Source: New York Times February 04, 2020 10:00 UTC