"We're so arrogant, aren't we?  So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it.  We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.  Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair."

It was only a matter of time before I quoted P.S. I Love You.

It was just one of those lines in a movie that makes you go "wow."

You yourself have probably thought something a long the same lines, that's why it jumps out at you, well that's why it jumped out at me.  

It's so unbelievably true.  We are so horrified of wrinkles, gray hair, and saggy boobs.  There is an entire market devoted to people who want to stay young and beautiful forever.  People spend thousand upon thousands of dollars on botox, face lifts, hair dye, anti-aging cream.  We are so horrified that once the wrinkles set in, once the gray hairs start appearing, its all over.  We might as well be dead cause we're old.  We might as well try to reverse this horrible process.  Who could possibly stay in love with someone with laugh lines! Oh the horror! I dread the very thought!  How could I wake up every day to man who's balding!  Can you imagine touching sagging skin? 

As a culture we do put far too much emphasis on outer beauty.  Oh sure all these teen dramas, with their "How could you have an eating disorder when your are such a nice and lovely girl?"  They try to show youth inner beauty with crying girls, who are dressed to perfection, hair done professionally and fixed every take, make up that could never possibly run or smudge. Excuse my language, but are you fucking kidding me? They probably already have these just barely teenagers stuck with needles to prolong their beauty and careers for as long as chemically possible.  

Doesn't anyone see that old couple in the park?  The ones with the canes hobbling around holding hands?  Bracing themselves for curbs saying "Don't let me fall Martin!" and Martin saying, "I'd never let you fall beautiful."  Has no one seen this?  Has no one seen them at the grocery store?  The old man peering through his bifocals, a can in his hand saying, "Ruth, you think I can eat this?  I can't figure out how much salt is in it."  Ruth saying, "Oh, Charlie put that back you know what your doctor said about your cholesterol! "  Charlie saying, "Yeah but I've been eating the oatmeal, and those Cheerio things."  Ruth ignoring him and shuffling the cart along to pick up instant coffee. Is no one seeing these spectacles.  This is true love.  This is real beauty.  Rose and Frank walking hand and hand down the A.C. boardwalk.  Rose's purse, and franks pockets filled with roles of nickels just begging to be dropped in the slots.  Getting old is a privilege.  The greatest one of all.  Even greater when you get to share it with someone.  

All I'm saying is, what's more important, flawless skin for an extra year, or waking up for an extra three?