Ulp... This is a sensitive one...
I am a middle-aged man, slightly short for my weight and no longer the fabulous looker I never was...
But I make an effort and I try to ride off all the cake I eat. I eat a lot of cake.
A few years ago, I'd come to my desk in a large, open-plan office before going down to the showers. I was in a bright pink maglia rosa thing and tights.
A woman maybe five years my senior with whom I worked came up and said loudly in front of my team "My god! There is an age beyond which lycra on a is not a good look on men".
Of course, she was right, but it sounded quite nasty when she said it. I bit my tongue and smiled.
After she'd had her gloat and wandered off, the whole team looked at me and asked why I hadn't said anything about how she might look in lycra.
She is maybe 5' 2" and notably broad in the beam. Also, one of those people who just doesn't get it on office wear, so still looks like a squashed Princess Diana doll wannabe in 2011. I can only write this acidly because of anonymity.
First, she was right. Lycra on men my age is a worry.
Secondly, whatever I'd said could have been deeply hurtful even if I'd meant it as a joke.
I really am not pretty in lycra, but she was hurling stones from a greenhouse. It did make me feel better that the whole of my team rather took against her after that. Aren't I horrid to admit that?
There are times when you could quite justifiably destroy someone's self-esteem with a nasty, vicious retort... but I'm really glad I didn't. Out loud.