Dame Helen Mirren's boobs caused a ruckus this weekend when they hosted Saturday Night Live. Apparently few people can get over the fact that women in their 60s can still be relatively attractive. This seems odd considering the population of aging male sex symbols who refuse to die: Mick Jagger (he still struts around stage like a flamboyant chicken on speed and women of all ages would still give their left ovaries to dry hump him), Burt Reynolds (this mustache bandit is 75 and a month ago I saw him
pack the Tampa Theater with hundreds of women wanting him to sign his nude centerfold photo), Hugh Hefner (he may no longer be physically attractive, or able to change out of his pajamas independently, but he doesn't have trouble finding the hottest women on earth to sleep with).
I suppose this double standard has something to do with the fact that for women things like personality, fame, and wealth, are much more important than looks when it comes to attraction. That and it's damn near impossible to keep the dueling sacks of fat hanging off a woman's chest perky and firm without surgery or some sort of magical prophecy like the one possessing Mirren's boobs. Or maybe Mirren's sex appeal is just an optical illusion---a projection of the vivid memory many men still have of Mirren from her younger years when she was running around naked with Malcolm McDowell in Caligula, participating in the largest orgy ever captured in a major motion picture.
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