On Friday, I went and picked up lunch with a few coworkers: two men in their late twenties and one in his forties, and another female coworker my own age. Inexplicably, we have a good time together. When we came back, we tried to eat our food in the faculty workroom, but were dissuaded by the presence of a group of hostile, overbearing, and excited women in their mid-30's.
These women, individually, are generally nice and interesting people. But inside of them there appears to be a beast, which comes to life most often when they gather in groups, particularly in areas where they might encounter men relatively close to their own age. When this happens, they are almost unrecognizable, worked into a frenzy by what appears to be anger and/or intense longing.
Luckily, we were warned off of the faculty workroom in time, and ate lunch instead in an empty classroom, discussing the inevitability of becoming cougars and why it is that as men approach middle-age they generally become likeable -- sometimes sexually predatory, and often pretty creepy, but still overall a likeable group of people -- while women seem to quietly morph into some sort of horrifying creature.
First of all, granted, most of the older men I know are not single. They're either married or in serious relationships, and this seems to rein in some of the creepier parts of themselves. Maybe if I knew more single men in their mid-30's, I'd be horrified by them, too. In fact, one of my male coworkers pointed out that part of the explanation is that I likely would have hated all of them when they were in their early 20's.
My female coworker agreed, adding that from her experience, ALL men in their mid-20's are, by nature, idiots. They are genetically programmed to be morons. "Even if they really love a girl," she pointed out, "they will inevitably treat her like an idiot." My male coworkers nodded as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
As men get older, my coworkers believe, they become something close to decent people. The problem is that women are genetically programmed not to wait. My coworker's take on it: "Women in their mid-20's should understand that men their age are idiots. Most of them would be perfectly happy if they would just casually date. Instead, though, they fall head-over-heels in love and pursue deep, meaningful relationships and are shocked when it all ends in disaster." Too true.
But can you blame us? Because while men are comfortably aging into reasonable, warm people, women are apparently facing the spread of an inner darkness that will rapidly morph them into frightening, cackling creatures who roost in faculty lunchrooms, eyeing younger women and men of all ages with a hard, metallic glint in their beady eyes.
Obviously, this all sounds horrifically sexist. I know many women in their thirties who are lovely people, people I look up to and would like to emulate. Unfortunately, they are all married or in serious relationships. And while I never thought that I'd believe that women have to settle down or they become unlikeable ... the immediate evidence in front of my eyes suggests otherwise.
In fact, I don't believe it. But I'd like to see a model of how to age gracefully, not need a man, and not turn into a monster.