I shall return this afternoon.
Afternoon: I'm back. This morning I was writing for money, which I dearly love to do, so think about buying my book, if you haven't bought two copies already. I weep to think how much Ann Landers and Dear Abbey must have been paid. Weep weep weep.
To add to the discussion, which I began in response to a reader's brother, who said that he didn't have anything to give to a woman [right then], I certainly think young men do have a lot to give. In fact, I like young men very much, and they improve my life in many ways that have, of course, nothing to do with my love life since, you know, I am married and stuff.
When young men join my traditional Latin Mass community, it makes me happy because it suggests both the Latin Mass community and Catholic life in Scotland are going to continue on into the next generation. Their participation underscores that church observance isn't "just for girls" and, besides, they are nice to look at. I beam at their jacketed backs from my perch beside the Men's Schola. When they volunteer to be altar servers, everyone is happy, and when they go into the seminary,our hearts swell and we brag to other Catholics about these Glorious Young Men of Our Parish, ignoring the observations of the envious that they had lived outside the parish boundaries.
I also enjoy talking to young men. Occasionally I chat with a young man of the sort who seems to regard me not as part of the scenery but as an actual woman, possibly even a potential Mrs Robinson, and I find that flattering. Obviously I don't want to be That Wicked Mrs McAmbrose, but it is nice to think I could be That Bad Mrs McAmbrose were I not a pattern card of all the earthly virtues.
Then there are the young men who write letters to the papers for which I write to say that they like my column. These chivalrous men are sometimes seminarians or priests, and I love them. I support them in any secret desire to learn the TLM and their clandestine saying of the Rosary. To them I say, "Hello, Good Men!"
There are also the young men who open doors when my hands are full and give me their seat on the bus when I am tired and help me pick up the shopping when I have dropped it. Wonderful young men! Incidentally, I have a very helpful Young Man younger brother who fits nicely into the category.
Finally, there are the young men who buy my book and the very few young men who dare to leave comments here, comments for which I am grateful, knowing how much my largely female readership appreciates a Guy's Eye View.