What I find problematic with this subject is not how society and culture affect us (we seem to becoming more and more aware of that!), but how we perceive and accept ageing in general.
I have (coincidentally) been watching a few documentaries about super-centeganarians and gerontology, spread over different cultures, and came to the conclusion that our perception of ageing in the west is quite depressing and diabolical - and this sits uncomfortably and oddly beside our belief that we are living longer and better.
I saw these rather old people in Japan (okinawa) living a great life, with less ageing related issues such as dementia and heart issues, barely any weight problems, and yet still they plodded slowly and were wrinkled, etc. Their power lay in their sense of usefulness, giving in to small pleasures, and NOT perceiving themselves as 'used up' or irrelevant. They enjoyed growing food, celebrating their age, and finding what their passions were whilst taking it easy.
Our collective drive in the west for things over experience, and for beauty over health seems to go against us imo. We approach ageing with terror and defiance, rather than looking for its merits, wisdom and pleasures. Whilst we see it this way, none of us are going to have great attitudes towards it, as perpetuate a negative (and often ONLY negative) view of it.
I'd say this connects to S&B here on MN because it is about attitude, to me. I think that our perceptions and beliefs are everything, and it's worth rooting them out and having a look at them. What lies behind most of the reticence to accept age is fear, and i believe that our terror of it in the west is making our own old age depressing and bitter. How we clothe ourselves is both an intimate and social consideration. It can amplify how good/bad we feel about ourselves at any life stage. So i do think it is important to consider this, not just in terms of a patriarchy, but how we fail to challenge our attitudes towards it inside ourselves.
I am 48, and i look ahead and wish to see myself swishing around (albeit slower) in silk, enjoying long, long hours at my easels working on new paintings. I would like a nicer environment, and a modest yet meaningful circle of close friends. I see delicious teas, amusing cats and perhaps i would push myself to get back to learning the piano.
What I dread most is watching more war, climate damage and obsessions with capital over meaningful experience.
I hope this didnt bore anyone, lol, but I do think we need to examine our thoughts about it all. It's broader than just clothing, but it is from the same root.