For a long time, I proclaimed the ideal age for a woman is in her early 30s. They are still attractive and know their place in life, know their likes and dislikes, are more aware, more interesting. But I said that as a joke, funny because it was so radical, because most men thought the early 20s was ideal, the age of the Playboy centerfold, the Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, before any tiny signs of aging can be detected. It always opened a discussion of why I thought such an advanced age was ideal.
Where did those days go? Now if I said that (I don’t anymore), the laugh would come from the other direction—why would I pick such a young age? Early 30s? A mere child. Now I would pick an age somewhere north of menopause. Olympia Dukakis is about right.