Bad Company; younger men, older women

Younger men
Last night, one of our producers, previously referred to as Mr Cool, came to tell me some good news about his writing and a contact he had made. We waxed enthusiastic about scripts/sitcoms/stories/films, he made me smile by telling me how he and the brilliant Genius Love Puppy talk about me 'often...you're an inspiration to us,' he said, 'You're living the dream, and we both - ' Q other stuff I will write in a private post to read back to myself when I feel down. Suffice it to say, these two very talented men think I'm special (in a good way, stop that!) and they made me happy, they believe in me today and tomorrow. Silly cos I could choke any minute. But still.

Older women
Same night, a colleague at the studio looked across at me while talking about bosoms. She is quite a hefty lady, all in all. She leant over and said, 'Remind me of your age, I can never remember.' I told her. She looked at me then down at her southern slopes, and remarked, 'I'm only a bit older than you. A couple more years and yours will be like this - you'll need push ups too!'

The comment itself was merely snarky. But the divide between the minds was sharp and sad.