When I grow up

I want to grow up to be an old man.

Old men are cute. Old women are sad.

Old man clothes are cool. Old lady clothes are not.

Old men with canes are distinguished. Old women with canes are feeble.

Old men play chess and read newspapers. Old women knit and gossip.

Now, I realized I've constructed a false dichotomy based on stereotypes.

I know.

This is fallacious.

But I'd much rather be on the other side of this stereotype.

Especially today. In the yellow fall rain. In the cold and in my hat.

But old women get to be grandmas and make cookies and hot chocolate on cold days for squirmy dirty kids.

Gender roles.

I'd much rather do without them.