Sadly, it’s still depressingly popular for women in society to decry their age, to demur and refuse to announce the arrival of Father Time, to hide from him like he’s some kind of bad date come to pick them up in a beat-up Cadillac.

Ladies, he knows where you live.

Granted, America is a tough place to grow old. There is its graceless worship at the altar of plastic surgery and the unceasing interest in youth plus Viagra to contend with, it’s true. But your foremothers didn’t fight off outlaws and wild animals so that one day you could complain of longevity.

“I don’t mind telling you my age, but please don’t print it.”

“I’m horrified when I say the number, it’s (half, three-quarters, whatever) of a century.”

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“No! And don’t you dare tell anyone.”

Please bear in mind you have no doubt lived to reproduce, see your offspring marry and in some cases, reproduce themselves. Holding the next generation is a privilege not accorded to everyone, and God has let you slide. Surely you’ve noticed how many have fallen along the way that He’s had to pick up.

You’ve won the life lottery. It’s survival of the fittest, and you’ve done just that, survived. Not everyone gets to the finish line and in the evolutionary race, you’re just about as good as it gets. Perhaps you’d prefer to lose. Or be back at the beginning of that long and uncertain road? To be sent back to “Start” in the Great Board Game of Life? Nobody wants that.

Think of the men you’d have to put up with again.

Patricia Gannon covers society for The Acadiana Advocate. She can be reached at pgannon@ or at

Xanadu has fall social

The Krewe of Xanadu welcomed the season with a cocktail social and red carpet roll-out. Technically pink, the royal treatment honored founding members as well a quarter-century of Mardi Gras. “It’s our annual fall social, just a little bit different,” explained President Brenda Dudley. “It’s our 25th anniversary and we included the men.” Joining in the Mardi Gras merriment were Xanadu Queen Donna Olivier, Kathy Sawyer, Susan Moncrief, Kim Minyard, Brenda Smith, Judy Kennedy, Stefanie Celio and Aimee Guidry, and gentlemen Ricky Smith and Leon Ferguson, proof that chivalry is not dead.

Kappa Deltas come together

The Oakbourne Country Club was a beautiful sight with its black ’n’ white as Kappa Deltas past and present converged for Founder’s Day. Celebrating 117 years on Oct. 23, the alums and current active members reorganized this past spring to become the Acadiana Area Kappa Delta Alumnae Chapter, and celebrating the sisterhood were Kat Movassaghi, Judy Kennedy, stylish Mo Trent, Lauren Camel Begneaud, Cookie Gesser, Althalee Ripley, Jane Guidry, Helen Irion and Linda Alesi. We have it on excellent authority the University of Louisiana at Lafayette’s Homecoming Queen 2014, Madeleine Ortte, is a KD also.

River Oaks raises the bar

River Oaks laid on the luxe for Anything is Pastable Uncorked, a fundraiser to benefit 232-HELP. Old World candelabra and wine bottle tapers lit the tables while area restaurants were ready on the line. “I had all these pictures from Europe I collected last April,” said event chairperson Ginger Roy of the décor. “It was fun, but tomorrow I’m not getting out of my pajamas.” Looking good in the neighborhood was worker bee Bobbi Mendez, George and Martha Latiolais, Mark and Rae Gremillion, Dr. Jay Culotta and wife Therese, handsome Chip Jackson, Morgan and Helen Goudeau, Al Lopez, Andy Begneaud and that limited edition Waterford crystal football on the silent auction block.