Maybe it’s just a function of my advancing age, but I’m convinced that the people in the world around me are all getting younger; everyone, that is, except for girls in their late teens.
As an aside, I feel the need to say at this point that I have a rule. If you are 20, you can, without fear of recrimination, call any female under the age of 16 a “girl.” However, to maintain political correctness, you must use the term “young woman” for females 16 to 18, inclusive, and “woman” for females older than 18.
However, according to another component of my rule, if you are older than 20, the “young woman” and “woman” thresholds advance by a year for every ten years you are beyond 20. I’m 57, so I can get away with calling any female under the age of 19 a girl. I still have to call 19-year-olds “young women,” but I don’t have to call them women until they pass the age of 21. Once I hit 60, I will be able, in full political correctness, to include the entire range of teenage years under the “girl” label. But I digress.
I swear that the people I see strolling on sidewalks, chatting in coffee shops, shopping in malls, clerking in stores, dining in bistros, serving in restaurants, or whatever are at least 10 and probably 20 years younger than the people doing those things when I was 20 years old or younger.
At the same time, what the hell is going on with girls? When did girls in their late teens get to be so mature? And were they that physically well-endowed when I was a young lad? I don’t think so.
Of course, I’m just making an observation here. I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m having any lewd thoughts about late-teen girls. It would be perverse for a man of my age to get romantically involved with someone that young. Then again, until I hit 60, 19-year-olds are still young women, not girls. I’m just saying.
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