A Woman's Age

Most civilized people know that it's rude to ask a woman her age. This morning, over a strong cup of joe, I was wondering when that rule initially came into play. Obviously I don't want anyone asking my age, and when they do I respond with a polite "Young enough to have fun and old enough to know better." (Or some facsimile there of). But if you think about it, the simple fact that this has become the norm in society is a glaring reminder--being that it's okay to ask a man his age--that women are not allowed to age and men just get more distinguished and better looking with each new gray hair and wrinkle. So, men are a fine bottle of red wine while women remain that really tasty chardonnay that over-time, turns to vinegar? This explains my reaction (indignation and self-consciousness) when a man recently approached me with what I'm sure he thought was the best of compliments: "You are getting better looking with age. I mean, you were always a hottie, but your looking more seasoned."

Do I even need to point out the million ways in which this was SO not the way to win my heart!