50 and Fatuous

I’m  not as cheap as I could be, but I do cut corners here and there. One area that I save a few bucks on is digital cable boxes. The manor has 3 televisions and two boxes; both those boxes are plain and don’t feature DVR. The television without the box is in the bedroom as it’s rarely used. (You can save it, Bardamu.) Hence, when I do watch TV in that room, I have fewer channels and no guide. Not being a fan of flipping, I usually head over to the TV Guide channel to figure out what I’m going to catch 30 minutes of before I pass out.

Tuesday night the “show” that was on TV Guide channel was some special on Sex and the City 2. I only watched as much as it took to discover that a special carnivore edition of Man vs. Food was on, but in that time I saw a few minutes of an interview with Kim Cattrall. She was prattling on about the location shoots for the movie, though she did interject some nonsense about how happy she was that her character didn’t settle down, marry, etc. “She’s 50 and fabulous!”

Uh huh.

Kim Cattrall, when viewed through the perfect camera lens under perfect lighting with perfect makeup and perfect hair and a perfectly designed outfit, ain’t bad for a 50 year old. She doesn’t inspire me to go cougar hunting, but she’s not bad. Nevertheless, what complete and utter garbage.

50 and fabulous, for the average woman, quickly yields to 50 and alone. Normal women will not move from 3 divorces to Prime Ministers, actors, and musicians. Those Prime Ministers, actors, and musicians will be boffing younger girls, not average 50 year olds, though they will occasionally cavort with an aging starlet who gladly turns a blind eye to their various dalliances. Of course that aging starlet, eager to prove her continuing worth, will then parade about and try to convince her sisters that they too can have the same wonderful life. Aging starlet is not just trying to convince herself. Really she isn’t.

I hate to be too hard on Kim, given her work in classics like Porky’s, Police Academy, and Big Trouble in Little China, but her celebration of a 50+ year old menopausal single whore is just too asinine. It’s of a piece with typical feminist grrl power tropes, but it’s still a lie and it’s all too destructive. It’s not 50 and fabulous, Kim, it’s 50 and fatuous. Time to pack it up and find a nice 70 year old man. To him, you are a younger woman. Once you’ve wedded your 70 year old, then you can go on television and serve as a role model for all the single ladies sitting at home and miserably alone.