In My Fair Lady (based on George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion), Professor Higgins asks why can’t a woman be more like a man? But these days, the sentiments underlying that question are more likely to be reversed.
In this article, a 50 year old woman laments the behavior of men.
There seems to be a gender imbalance, vis-a-vis [appearance]. All the women I know are tolerant of middle age showing itself in a chap. We quite like a late flowering, in fact: the silvering, the smile lines, the coming of bodily sturdiness.
By contrast, she notes that 50 year old men favor younger females:
It’s true that men don’t see me any more. It’s sobering to walk down the street observing how the 50-year-old men behave, paying attention to what they’re looking at as they stroll along. They are not looking in shop windows. They are not looking at me. They are looking at women half their age.
The suggestion is that men are somehow more superficial and really inferior. Women are after substance; men are after looks. And so, why can’t men be more like women?
But this story is a mirage – a false tale that our age seems to repeat.