Both Jack Goes Forth and Roosh have taken apart this blog posting in which a couple of bitter thirty-something harridans castigate same-aged guys who have the gall to date women who don’t have wrinkles, cellulite, or massive chips on their shoulders. Every single cliche that women spout when contemplating this harsh reality is on full display in that post. Men who date younger women are immature? Check. They don’t want to grow up? Check. They’re afraid of commitment? Check. They’re intimidated/afraid/can’t handle women their own age? Check. You could make a version of Fembot Bingo based on women’s responses on this issue.

Allow me to elucidate to you tabby-stroking old crones why men who can seduce young women don’t hesitate to do so:

1. They’re better looking. We men are visual creatures – what we see determines how turned on we get. Our pocket rockets get forced out of their skin silos by youth and beauty – and the peak of a woman’s beauty is between ages 18 and 24. The decline of a lady’s looks begins at 25 and accelerates at 30, and is worsened by poor exercise and eating habits. By 35, most women are somewhere between barely passable to pathetic on the looks meter. They could soften the aging process by cutting out the carbs and lifting weights, but most of them don’t bother, and even hot thirty-somethings were hotter when they were young. Men may lie, but the dick doesn’t, and the average dick gets harder looking at teens and twenty-somethings then your wrinkled old ass.
2. They’re classier. Modern America is the only place in the world where people become more boorish and less refined as they age, and the women are the worst in this regard. Tip, ladies; merely having lived for three decades isn’t enough to make you a sophisticated person. You have to have done interesting things in that time, and no, working your way up the career ladder doesn’t count. Another tip; abandoning basic manners such as not burping loudly in public (I’ve had older women do this to me in bars) does not endear you to us.
3. They’re purer and nicer. Your average single 30-year old chick has had more cock than a rooster farm, and unless the young lady in question is a clinical nymphomanic, there’s no way she’s had that many men ripping up her vagina with their meaty battering rams. Her love-cave is tighter, juicier, and isn’t crawling with a hundred infections and diseases. And even if the thirty-something isn’t a guy-juggling, dick-hopping, sperm-swishing slag, her single status is a testament to her inability to stay in a relationship for very long. An 18-year old co-ed hasn’t been on this black earth long enough to have her heart broken a million times by a million different men, so she doesn’t have the fog of cynicism clouding her judgment. In contrast, the single older women I know not only resent men, they don’t even bother to hide it. The linked blog post is a shining example of this – why the hell would a man want to date a woman who holds him in such contempt?

And it isn’t just older fellas who have a predilection for pretty young women. Even on college campuses, where everyone is in the bloom of youth, the guys prefer to stick it in the innocent young freshmen – which irks the juniors and seniors to no end. Men of all ages like their women young, ripe, and tender, as Leonard Cohen stated in The Energy of Slaves:

the 15-year old girls

I wanted when I was 15

I have them now

it is very pleasant

it is not too late

I advise you all

to become rich and famous

Of course, you don’t need to be a rock star to bang ladies younger then yourself – you just need game.

So, you unhappy old hags who are consigned to shopping for Friskies at the supermarket while the male peers you wish wanted you are nailing chicks ten years younger than you or more – tough luck. They don’t find you attractive, and your shitty attitudes towards them aren’t helping. I’m a young guy, but you can bet your last shekel that when I hit “UMOT” age, I won’t be looking to my flabby, used up lady compadres for anything other than an one-night stand – because, let’s face it, you old broads are easier than hitting the power switch on my PS2.