When I was young and beautiful I attended Pagan festivals where I could run around naked.

& there was the time I was walking around NYC on a blisteringly hot day and I found a fountain. I took off everything except my ripped-up shorts which were practically falling off my like 22 year old ass & got under the fountain, to the great entertainment of the patrons behind the plate glass of the posh restaurant about 10 feet away.

Well it was worth looking at then. I’m 70 now and well, nobody wants to see that.

I “get” what you are saying but I refuse to become an old scold. I suppose I will always shake out on the side of let the young be young.