“Girls are still girls”

—“It wasn't that many centuries ago that postage stamps were NOT self-adhesive, life was slower, and girls were still girls.” (My underlining.)
That was an old college-friend who graduated the same year as me — 1966.
He was bewailing the fact we’re getting old — we’re both 75. He finds it hard to keep up with quickly changing technology.
His saying “girls were still girls” sparked my attention.
In my humble opinion girls still are girls. Even in slacks they still look like girls. And they’re much more pleasant to interact with than men.
I find this out 70 years late. Yrs Trly is a graduate of the Hilda Q. Walton School of Gender Relations. “NO PRETTY GIRL WILL TALK TO/SMILE AT/BE INTERESTED IN YOU!”
Constant-readers won’t need explanation. Otherwise see footnote below.
My beloved wife died 7&1/2 years ago. Since then, much to the angry chagrin of Hilda and my Bible-beating parents, I find women are fun. I’m not automatically perceived as scum.
Before my wife died I pretty much kept to myself. “NO ONE WILL TALK TO YOU!”
Suddenly I find striking up conversations is fun. But women are more fun than men. Ladies don’t pull that macho bit on you.
I have no idea how women were in the prior century. But they sure are fun now!
Sorry, I find ladies much more attractive than men. And that’s not just physically.
I love hangin’ out with ladies. Shoot-the-breeze, make ‘em laugh, etc.
Hilda and my parents spin in their graves.

• Hilda Q. Walton was my immediate neighbor and Sunday-School Superintendent when I was a child. Like my parents she was hyper-religious. She convinced me all males, including me at age-5, were SCUM. My parents heartily agreed.
• The “Q” stood for Quincy.