Well, they were my favorites when I was 15!
Paul McCartney is 66 today.
And my beloved John Taylor of Duran Duran will turn 48 on Friday.
I had good taste as a teenager, didn’t I?
UPDATED TO ADD: McGone points out that both the love objects of my teen years are bass players. McGone also points out that he himself is a bass player. Interesting.
UPDATED AGAIN TO ADD: Speaking of age, we have the nearly-50-year-old and increasingly annoying Jamie Lee Curtis crying (again) about how after a certain age, we (meaning women) owe it to the world to give up, get fat and lock ourselves away so we don’t hurt the sensitive eyes of youngsters. Jamie is a few months YOUNGER than Madonna. I’d much rather be like Madonna and shake my ass on stage at 50 — youngsters’ eyes and opinions be damned — or be like Macca and rock thousands of Ukrainians at 66, than be a dreary whiner like Jamie at any age. Don’t expect me to be schlepping around like Jamie in this 2002 article in three years when I’m 43.
This reminds me that I’ve been meaning to say that I find the terms “MILF” and “cougar” to be completely sexist. Where are the male equivalents? Oh yeah, there aren’t any, because it’s just assumed that men don’t become disgusting after they have kids and/or pass the age of 30.