I have no idea what it's like for women, but being a middle-aged guy kinda sucks. If I told you what was really on my mind, you'd run away screaming. You'd escape easily enough because, really, that ain't what it's about. You'd still probably want to call the police. And they, having listened to you having listened to me, would probably want to lock me up. For nothing more than thinkin' about the stuff that works its way into my head.
Probably beats being old, I guess. Not that there's anything wrong with that either.