Liam Neeson is no longer fifty years old.

I read an interview with actor Liam Neeson on Ara.cat in which he was asked how long he would continue to play the action hero. "There comes a time when the public knows, and I don't want to insult them by pretending I'm still 50," Neeson says. "I don't want to do that. I have too much respect for my audience."

That's fine by me. But I can speak as an audience. In the souk. I won't get lost. Catch it as you can, either Catch it however you can, or even Jam it as you can (if you translate it to me as Jam it as you can I swear I'll see the version at 3 a.m. at the cinema in the Roca Xunga industrial estate, if necessary). I really like people who pretend – or pretend – that they are still fifty. In the queue for my Covid vaccine, there at the Fira de Barcelona, ​​​​I was able to observe my generation. We were the boomers, with our leather jackets, which someone might say "don't belong."

Whoever wants to play at being young, let them play. Who said short skirts aren't for old women, nor shirts and cowboy boots for old men? "We're too old," some friends say, depending on the occasion, when faced with the prospect of a bikini, bare legs and short skirts, tight briefs, and reflective sunglasses. I disagree. They are old enough. Making a fool of themselves is a privilege that not only the young deserve, and those who aren't young but still find that "they are." Let Liam pretend to see whatever he wants, and his audience will swallow it, pretending to believe it. This is also, in a way, aspirational. Seeing that Liam Neeson is pretending to be fifty and thinking that he's credible is also a right that those of us in this much-mentioned generation of ours have. In fact. I'll double it down. Put on your short skirt, snake-print boots, and leather jacket—it's no big deal. What will make you look truly extravagant, my dear contemporaries, is carrying your diary or a book in your bag. And make it visible!