We silly old people have really silly habits, like buying stuff we don't need but that make us feel good about having worked hard for a half century. We pay our taxes. We like participating in the economy. Some of us have expendable income and spend it on bright spring Saturdays.
Americans deserve to know about a presidential prospect's health, and questions about experience and integrity are, of course, legitimate areas of inquiry. But to imply that Hillary -- or any candidate -- should be discounted based on advancing age goes too far. Age is an asset; it's no disqualifier.
What if actresses could stop shaving years as regularly as they do their legs? What if the only numbers that mattered on our resumes referred to how long we stayed at one place? What if we could love without worrying about the birth dates of potential partners?
These days, I catch myself pretending to know what my young colleagues are talking about when they refer to some hot new topliner (that's new school speak for lyricist) with a perplexingly random moniker such as Catnip or Carpeting.
Elders are revered for their experience and wisdom in many cultures around the globe, but here in America where our civic, media and business cultures worship at the fountain of youth, elders are seen in quite a different light.
Steven shared a few stories with me, and I was surprised by how often he actually deals with heterosexism in the entertainment industry. It seems as though he deals with it almost as much as I and my actress friends deal with ageism and sexism on the casting couch!