December 24, 1981

           I still haven’t got a chance to do all the thinking I promised myself on my birthday. But I phoned Rossie. Dave is back. Dinner tomorrow. Rob is broke. Business was great, a near record. I stopped at Oakridge [Shopping Center] to do some last minute shopping but no dice. I swore there would be budget allocations for Xmas for sure this yr. but bam! No way again. But the pretty girls, my god.

           [Author’s note 2017: the above is redacted because things change. I was commenting on Roman Polanski, the director who was set up, in my opinion, by the mother of a girl he decided not to make into a movie star. Had he done so, nothing would have happened, and I’m not keen on a system that lets this kind of incident happen. Statutory laws concerning personal behavior are a form of prohibition, which is always wrong.
           It’s basically a few paragraphs explaining that I disagree with anybody telling anybody else who they should find attractive, or who they should date. Because as far back as 1981, I saw where this was leading—government overreach into the bedrooms of the nation, a place where they patently have no business. Here is a pic of the Aussie Playboy December 1981. I can see how wannabe playboys woud find this attractive. Myself, I can hardly see past all that makeup, airbrushing, hair dye, and goop.

           Basically what’s censored here is three long paragraphs describing why I like young women and why I don’t like the older ones, or I should say, liked them less. That is because, in the cause of tolerance, so many people have turned intolerant, especially when it comes to telling other people what they are supposed to like. The joke I used to make at the time was that my pet peeve was 35 year old women in shopping centers who think you are looking at them instead of their daughters. I swore only when I got super old will I be forced to look at 35 year old women. I was right. I look at them, but I still play in a band so I don't date them.
           I have never had anything in common with certain types of older women (meaning single mothers) and it would be a farce to pretend I did. And, it would be so unfair to everyone involved since I would not marry a single mother, either. But, I can’t print the examples I gave--too many people would misinterpret the matter, despite the fact everything I'd say would have been perfectly legal at the time. I didn't do anything Elvis Presley didn't do. Suffice to say I compare younger women to older women socially, financially, emotionally, sexually, physically, and critically. My conclusion is that evolution does a better job of determining what is attractive than old women and career politicians who never got any.

           Suffice to say that I believe people should not have artificial age limits on dating whomever they please. If they are too old, who cares, if they are too young, where are the parents? Let their reputations, rather than the police, be the controlling factor.

           Then, I lambaste single mothers. Not in the same vein as Ann Coulter, but because of the way single mothers claim they are single. No sir. Single means uncommitted and no encumberances. When you have three kids, you are not single.]