Here comes the grump

Right on schedule, too:

The approximate moment when grumpiness kicks in for men, according to a recently released report, is around age 70.

Then you’d better get off his lawn.

At a mere sixty, I’m not seeing this on the horizon just yet. Then again, at a mere sixty, I’m busy denying there’s a horizon at all.

Researchers found that as men grow older — from, say, 50 on — they have fewer obstacles and annoyances to worry about in life and, furthermore, they are more equipped to deal with adversity. But around age 70, life — or at least the perception of happiness — begins to go downhill.

The study, published in the March 2014 issue of Psychology and Aging, examined 1,315 men — mostly military veterans who participated in a 15-year survey — between the ages of 53 and 85. Some 80 percent said that at age 50, life became easier. About 20 percent said they were happier after they retired.

Both groups, however, agreed that good feelings about life began to decline at age 70 — for myriad reasons, including health problems, cognitive slide and the losses of loved ones.

I should point out that rather a large percentage of us in the 53-85 bracket are military veterans: there was a war on when we were what we now quaintly call “draft age.”

I’m not sure what to expect at 70, or even if there’s a 70 I can expect to expect. I do know that Zooey Deschanel will be 44.

(Via Fark. And this is where I remembered the title.)


  1. backwoods conservative »

    16 April 2014 · 8:26 am

    I’m 55 and still working on becoming an Opiniated Old Cuss.

  2. fillyjonk »

    16 April 2014 · 8:44 am

    I wonder how it applies to women, and if in women it’s more “the age when they just say what they’re thinking, without worrying about niceties” – I have known a few women like that (but then again, maybe they were always like that).

    I doubt I’ll ever get to the point where I’ll be able to bust out with “Janie, that haircut looks AWFUL on you. What, was the stylist drunk?”

  3. Mark Alger »

    16 April 2014 · 9:23 am

    44 ain’t old. But, hell, I’ve been an “off my lawn, punk” type since my mid-30s.

    And I’m 60 this year, too.

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