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I’m 57 and I Refuse to Be Discarded
Desire Doesn’t Die, They Kill It For Us
When did we decide that desire has an expiration date? Nicole Kidman, at 57, had the courage to say out loud what we whisper in the dark corners of our bedrooms: society discards us as sexual beings when we reach “a certain age.” And what’s most disturbing? We applaud this programmed death of our sexuality as if it were natural.
Last month, I wrote an article titled “I Don’t Want to Orgasm Any More,” where I dove into Nicole Kidman’s controversial statements about “Babygirl.” A powerful CEO who gets involved with a much younger intern is “disturbing”?
I wonder how many 57-year-old male CEOs with young lovers are labeled “disturbing” and how many are secretly envied by their peers. The hypocrisy reeks of mold, like the antiquated expectations that still suffocate us.
The system that discards us also imprisons every human being in an invisible cage of expectations. In the shadows of corporate offices, middle-aged men secretly inject Botox.
In gyms, they desperately sweat against time. In hair transplant clinics, they mortgage their dignity in installments. This isn’t just a war against aging — it’s a battle for existence in a society that confuses value with youth.
