I have no problem whatever with looking at old women, their hair turned gray (or white), their faces filled with wrinkles. They have a certain grandeur to them. They’ve earned their gray hairs and wrinkles. As Pat O’Brien used to quip, old age isn’t for sissies. I’d much rather look at people dealing with natural old age than at the botoxed surgically-altered monsters clinging desperately to a vanished youth. Gloria Vanderbilt, for example.
So, no, I have no problem looking at Hillary Clinton. My problem is that I don’t want to listen to her for the next four or eight years.
Amba has good words on the subject.
The Anchoress has sound commentary and a round-up.