There used to be something tragic about 42-year-old men. Too old to fuck high-school girls, too young to get that Harry Dean Stanton old man swagger, they occupied an awkward middle ground where they’d been rewarded amply with awards and fine senior management salaries in order to ward off their encroaching obsolescence.
Then Jared Leto came along. And he rewrote every rule.
In Praise of 42-Year-Old Jared Leto, by Elisabeth Donnelly
I can do this, Esquire! (The best reactions are from the people who are not getting the source of the parody who are like Yeah, Jared Leto, Yes! or, Seriously?)