This is the demographic advertisers pay the least heed to. At least when it comes to the ‘sexier’ things, electronics, clothing, and cars. (Matthew McConaughey notwithstanding) What we get is vitamins, insurance, and Viagra. After living a hard-won life of scrimping and saving, do we really want pants with plastic windows where the knees are? We have seen it all, and some of it twice.
As I age, clothes will become curtains with which to shroud the decay and degradation that my body will undergo. If we were all handed out rompers after a certain age, I think that we would be happier for it. Many’s the time that I have stared into my closet and stood stockstill in a paralysis of choice. An unbidden thought crosses my mind at this juncture: how much easier life would be if we just ventured out in our birthday suits. How offensive such a sight would be for the younger folks, as we traipsed around, reminding them of their mortality.