Wasted on the young

Chéri

Crit

What's wrong with this picture/these pictures? In the April-September romance I saw two days ago, the hot, generous of spirit, and ultimately smart teenager falls for a much older love who is selfish and cynical and looks like Larry David; in today's iteration of the dynamic, the hot, selfish, cynical teenager falls for an older love who is generous of spirit and smart and looks like Michelle Pfeiffer. Is it just me, or is there a fundamental inequity here?

Could it be that we testosteronic types recognize that women are so much less shallow than we that they're able to overlook aesthetics (and, apparently, character) and find the good qualities that we don't even suspect in ourselves? Or is that just our misguided fantasy?

Incidentally, when I walked into the theater Friday, the crowd before me numbered three, two of whom could have been competing in a Larry David Lookalike Contest. When I walked into the theater today, there were two, both Women of a Certain Age, neither of whom would have been mistaken for Ms. Pfeiffer.