I was out getting milk just there and while walking up the street on my return home I passed an old man coming the other way, who I barely noticed. It came to my attention that I had barely noticed him. If it had been a guy my age my posture would have stiffened approaching him, my heart would have started beating a little faster etc. Yet this old guy is practically invisible to me. I suppose that’s a bit sad. Where then is the fucking ad-campaign fronted by some old geezer, bemoaning how unfair it is that old men are invisible? Because where older women are concerned there’s plenty of that. Helen Mirren goes on about it in a recent ad for some make-up company. And even before I saw that ad I was pretty sensitive to the notion of older women being invisible and how tragic it is. But you know what, fucking deal with it. As with old men, if they had any character you’d still notice them. You can’t expect to be first and foremost an object of desire as a 65 year old. Why have I been running around feeling guilty about that while at the same time not giving a second thought to the plight of little old men? From this and other areas of my life, I’m thinking women have a bit of a racket going on. I’m not an oppressor of women, I’m just as oppressed as them. I need to start saying ‘fuck off’ to a lot of feminism, just as I instinctively do to authority in other areas.