More and more often in the literature I read, I am finding that men and women at the age of seventy years and upwards are being portrayed as elderly and feeble, fast approaching or very near the end of their lives.
Who made the rule that anyone over seventy is no longer vital or full of pi** and vinegar, as the old saying goes?
Why are people sixty-five years or older in books (and movies) almost consistently portrayed as aged, precariously tottering on the downhill slope of life?
Are all books and movie scripts being written by the younger generations who look upon those of us over sixty (some way over -- ahem) as worthless, about ready to kick-the-bucket, no longer healthy or maintaining any vim, vigor or vitality?
Even in audio books I listen to, the voice of the reader takes on a quavery, weakened intonation when reading the dialogue of people in their sixties and especially seventies.
Ticks me off, it does. The book I'm currently reading has just written of the demise of a 70-year old woman and attributed her death not to any disease or accident but to natural causes. Or in other words, old age. What?!
Maybe I'm particularly sensitive because next month I will be entering the latter part of my seventh decade, and I don't feel old and doddering in the least.
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