ENTERING THE AGEING ZONE
ON AGEING
Nearly every prejudice has been dragged into the spotlight and forced to kiss arse—except the one that gets you no matter how virtuous you are.Age-bashing is still the last acceptable public sport.Noticing wrinkles or incontinence pads isn’t the crime.The real gut-punch is the sudden invisibility: you’re quietly written out of the script while the plot races on without you.
Most Gen Xers and Boomers (Kris Jenner, Leonardo DiCaprio and Madonna excluded) have accepted they’re no longer sexually bankable to anyone born after 1999.
Their bodies got the memo but their brains did not RSVP to the retirement party. That’s the problem because longevity = wisdom. And wisdom isn’t something you can cosplay on TikTok.
Old people have survived more history, botched more relationships, outlived more ideologies, wars, recessions and cultural panics than the current crop of explainers can cram into their two decade lives.
They remember life before algorithms turned attention spans into goldfish cosplay, before smartphones murdered conversation, before your entire value got priced in followers and likes. Yet instead of mining that hard-earned depth, society just hits mute.The discomfort isn’t really about their arthritic hips or balding hairline.It’s what their continued existence screams:“You’re next.
Ageing doesn’t just remind the young of being past it, it reminds them the clock is already ticking, the filters will eventually seem futile , and that no amount of plastic surgery or biohacking can negotiate with time. It will proceed—with or without permission—toward the only two items on the menu: ageing or dying. Thus, the moral of this story is: Be kind to the Boomers and the Xers. They are not the exception.They’re just at a more advanced stage of decomposition.
And they still get to decide who inherits all the property no one under thirty can afford.
