By Emily Stephenson-Rose
My father always says that when you’re young, you’ve got nothing to lose. Being young, is a time to be carefree and fun loving, a time you can be reckless with the calories you consume and the guys you go out with. Is it just me or are older people completely deluded when it comes to youth? I’ll give you an example. I’m watching a movie review for Just Go With It. Apparently a romcom about some middle aged guy who wants to hook up with this hot young thing who happens to loves kids, so he persuades his female friend (played by Jennifer Aniston) to “lend” her kids to him. Lost the will to live yet? Anyway, the interviewer asks the hot young actress (who by the way looks so unbelievably good in a bikini, that she should be sent directly to jail without passing “Go“ or collecting £200) a few generic questions, before moving on to the older Jennifer Aniston and proceeds to make enquiries as to how she stays in such great shape. So I turn incredulously to my mother and ask, “Why is she making an issue of it with her, but she didn’t ask the younger one?!” And what does my mother say? She explains to me calmly, that it’s no great achievement to look hot when you’re twenty-three because that’s the body you’ve been given. Well, I’m sat there thinking, “Honey a body that good at any age don’t come fo’ free!”
Why do older people think young people have it all? I didn’t know a single girl at university who didn’t watch her weight. It’s not just females either, if only you knew the amount of chubby, balding teenagers I’ve sat beside during lectures. And who says young people have “flawless skin” and younger women don’t “need” to wear makeup or even a bra? Because the two-pence coin rule only applies to postnatal or post-forty women? Yeah, right! Older people have this obsession with youth as being one of the most privileged physical and societal positions one can hold. Talk about “rose tinted spectacles”. How often do you hear people say, “When I was young, I was absolutely gorgeous” then you see a picture of the Mr/Mrs Supposedly-Gorgeous and you nod in agreement while secretly harbouring the thought, “Gorgeous over ’ere shoulda gone to Specsavers!”?
And it’s not just the looks department, it’s the dating department too. People think, you look better when you’re younger and you have better sex when you’re younger. Well let me tell you, trying to find a decent boyfriend when you’re in your twenties these days, is like shopping for an unsoiled designer handbag from TK Maxx. I’ll give you an example, I’m out with this guy having dinner at The Terrace in Wimbledon, when during the course of the conversation he blabs out that not only does he have a nearly five year old daughter but a criminal record to boot before smiling sweetly and asking me if I‘d like another apple martini. I say “yes”, I need a drink after all that.
And maybe my father is right when he says that “when you’re young, you’ve got nothing to lose” but surely wasting your time, whether it’s worrying about your appearance or waiting around for a dead beat guy can be the biggest loss of all.