Sunday, April 27, 2008
I'm also at an age at which, when younger women "look" at me, I'm not quite sure whether they're flirting, or thinking I might be a good match for their mother.
Today, as I was getting out of my car in Hollywood on my way to a voice lesson (see, so youthful!) a very striking young (24 years old?) woman was getting into hers, parked just in front of me. Slender and beautiful in the "girl next door" sort of way, wearing a tiny denim mini skirt and form-fitting top, she made a point of giving me a big smile - both as we first made eye contact, and again as I walked by her older little sporty car with Ohio plates and a few dents.
"She's probably here trying to "make" it in the biz, thinking maybe I could help her out along with way" I suggested to my voice teacher, who's in his 30's and in a committed relationship with his 25 year-old boyfriend. "She must figure I've got money because of my car."
For whatever reason, I've had a good number of 20-somethings "flirt" with me in the last six months. The only one I got to know at all seemed to genuinely like me, but was looking for someone in the "help me out" category. Of course, some would say that's what most relationships are. In any event, what could be stopping me from acting on the "opportunity" other than wishing to avoid being labeled a "dirty old man?"
After finishing my voice lesson, my teacher, his boyfriend, and a mutual friend, a 38 year-old rock musician headed out to beat the heat (it reached 95 today in Hollywood) with a light meal at the local Souplantation restaurant. After filling our plates with salad, I was the last of us in line at the cashier. For some reason, a young cashier came out from her register to ask me if I'd like anything else, tell me what my total would be ($7.49), and to take my money and send me on my way to find a table while my friends continued to stand in line to pay.
I guessed the cashier figured I shouldn't have to stand in line behind those scary looking young people, but didn't give it much thought until my friends commented on how the all-you-can-eat lunch was well worth the $11.00 cost.
While they ordered drinks and I hadn't, that didn't seem to make up for the price differential, so I pulled my receipt out to confirm what I had paid. And there it was: "Senior discount."
A milestone, though one which I've been awaiting with some dread.
I wonder what the 24 year-old woman would have thought?
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
"THE smell of a curried butternut squash soup wafts through the air as you walk into the dining room. At long tables of dark wood, beneath windows soaring 20 feet overhead, customers dine on vegetable ragout over polenta, spicy orange beef, Dijon-crusted chicken, cheese quesadillas, vegetarian pho —Vietnamese noodle soup — and spinach sautéed with garlic and olive oil.
"If it weren’t for the trays, and the fact that most diners are under 25, you’d think it was a restaurant. But this is Thorne dining hall at Bowdoin College here."Worth visiting the NY Times story just for the photos / slide show.
Not that it's ever a bad thing to offer quality food choices (the article also focuses on organic, vegan and local food options), but it does make me wonder: are the food options as top universities just further evidence of an ever-increasing divide between the haves and the have-nots in our society?