Very few of us are the same people we were when we were twenty-five or thirty.
Get a picture of yourself at that age and put it by your bathroom mirror, and see how long you can stand it.
I’m going to have to agree with IB on this one. Yes, I can reconcile them, because I have lovely daughters in their 20s, and then I have…me. My husband with PCA cannot always do it, which is why he looks at me funny sometimes.
It’s not his physical appearance that bothers me. I know folks get old. It’s that he acts like a damn fool and there is no telling where he’s going to turn up on TV next. As my Aunt Maggie would say, “He’s like horse@#$%, all over the place.”
The only place I see him now is sometimes on the Tonight Show. Actually, I find him to be kind of entertaining, more so than when he played the robotic Captain Kirk.
He is as big a self parody as Adam West. It is as if he stopped being an actor about the time he gave the Get a Life speech on Saturday Night Live. I was a science fiction nerd. The science fiction subculture let me be my self long enough to develop social skills. His insisting that it is simple to go get a life when you have been a social outcast for finding your own culture a bunch of arbitrary rules that do not make a lot of sense was on the face of it cruel. “Excuse me, Walmart associate, where are the lives?” “Isle 12, next to the Happily Ever Afters.” I have heard that Patrick Stewart had to sit him down and explain to him his responsibility to the fans. I hope that was not too much of a diatribe.