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The Virtues of Growing Older
(长大变老有好处)
Our society worships youth.
Advertisements convince us to buy Grecian
Formula and Oil of Olay so we can hide
the gray in our hair and smooth the
lines on our face. Television shows
feature attractive young stars with firm
bodies, perfect complexions, and thick
manes of hair. Middle-aged folks work
out in gyms and jog down the street,
trying to delay the effects of age.
我们所
处的社会崇尚年轻。
连篇累牍的广告劝我们买希腊配方的洗发水和玉
兰油,
这样的话,
白发无处可寻,
面部的皱纹也能被抚平。
电视节目上尽是体魄
强健,
肤色无暇,
头发浓密的年轻明星。
而中年人则在体
育馆里锻炼,
在马路上
慢跑,尽量不让岁月过早地留下痕迹。<
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Wouldn't any person over
thirty gladly sign with the devil just to be young
again? Isn't aging an experience to be
dreaded? Perhaps it is unAmerican to
say so, but I believe the answer is
being older has distinct advantages.
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不是所有三十出头的人都会为了重获青春而心甘情愿地与魔鬼订立合约
吗?长大变老难道不可怕吗?说它不可怕可能不是美国人的回答,
但我却认为长
大变老不可怕。青春年少令人愉悦,但长大变老也有明显的好处。
When young, you are apt to be obsessed
with your appearance. When my
brother
Dave and I were teens, we worked feverishly to
perfect the bodies we
had. Dave lifted
weights, took megadoses of vitamins, and drank a
half-dozen
milk shakes a day in order
to turn his wiry adolescent frame into some
muscular ideal. And as a teenager, I
dieted constantly. No matter what I
weighed, though, I was never satisfied
with the way I looked. My legs were too
heavy, my shoulders too broad, my waist
too big. When Dave and I were
young, we
begged and pleaded for the
them for us,
we felt our world would fall apart. How could we
go to school
wearing loose-fitting
blazers when everyone else would be wearing
smartly
tailored leather jackets? We
could be considered freaks. I often wonder how
my parents, and parents in general,
manage to tolerate their children during
the adolescent years. Now, however,
Dave and I are beyond such adolescent
agonies. My rounded figure seems fine,
and don't deny myself a slice of pecan
pie if I feel in the mood. Dave still
works out, but he has actually become fond
of his tall, lanky frame. The two of us
enjoy wearing fashionable clothes, but
we are no longer slaves to style. And
women, I'm embarrassed to admit, even
more than men, have always seemed to be
at the mercy of fashion. Now my
clothes
---- and my brother's ---- are attractive yet easy
to wear. We no longer
feel anxious
about what others will think. As long as we feel
good about how
we look, we are happy.