Actually… Why Are Old Dudes So Comfortable With Their Bodies?

I work out at a gym at Yonge and St. Clair. In the barren wastelands of Toronto, north of Bloor, there lies some fancy private schools and other associated richie rich stuff. None of the kids leave home because it’s so nice. So I was excited when I joined the gym, that I’d be seeing some hot young dude bodies in the change room. Scions of industry bodies. Sons of pure unadulterated capitalism. But, being that these kids still live at home, the gym is also full of old dudes like their fathers. Now, I love old dudes as much as the next guy with severe father issues, but sixty year old dick is not something I want to see. So I was saddened to see that in said change room, the old dudes let it all hang out: weighing themselves, chatting on cell phones, watching TV, blow-drying, whereas the youngins are towel-clad from gym clothes to shower to street clothes. I thought I’d be seeing this:

But instead I’m getting this:

Nakedest picture I could find, sadly. (Though nothing beats an extensive Google search of “edward james olmos naked/shirtless”). Why are old dudes so much more comfortable with their gross bodies?