Crotchety: (adj) given to odd notions, whims, grouchiness, etc.
There are three words that seem to travel together. Buddies, if you will.
I don’t think you can see “crochety” without the word “old” hanging around, accompanied in the back seat by the word “man.”
Crochety old man.
Women aren’t crochety—women are bitchy.
Men, on the other hand, get a “cushioney” word, perhaps pulled out of a hat owned by Charles Dickens: “’Tis crochety, old boy.”
Also, men are old. Women, on the other hand, are decrepit.
At least with the word “old” you have the possibility of “wisdom” traveling alongside. But decrepit immediately conjures a vision of an old witch with a fondness for dining on the carcasses of little children.
The gentleman in the story gets the advantage of maintaining the word “man” to describe him, while the woman would be a hag.
So if you have a penis, you get to be a “crochety old man.”
Absent that appendage, you are a “bitchy, decrepit hag.”
After all, what does it mean to be crochety? It means that nothing is going your way anymore because your way is so old it’s covered with dust.
What can one do to age and still be a person who isn’t crochety?
I think there is a three-step process, whether you’re male or female:
No one wants to hear all your stories.
And as you do, learn some of the lingo so you don’t talk like you came out of a 1970’s movie.
Think funny things, think serious things—share the funny ones.