Like me, you have probably spent hours pondering the qualities you share with Robert Downey, Jr., Hugh Jackman, and George Clooney. Unlike me, you may not be a woman who has compared brow furrows with these giants of the silver screen, and won.
I’m hardly proud of this fact, but why not? I have not weathered heroin addiction, but I have compulsively raised an eyebrow throughout my adult life. For this, I wear the battle scars. For this, I must view ads for the likes of something called “Miracle Blur,” and wonder just exactly what would be blurred upon application. The post-40 eyesight decline provides the same luxury, if only for me.
Truth be told, I do harbor some resentment that guys with real foreheads are perceived as looking sexier and more interesting with their lines, while women run to shoot up some paralysis juice, or at least Miracle Blur themselves to near invisibility. The eighties female rock stars that “look great” have been stretched and they look good to us because we can’t deal with our own aging and what it actually looks like. Is looking like we looked in the 80’s really the process we should be undertaking?
We have this huge expanding force of older people, yet we remain youth obsessed. Oh yeah. The Fountain of Youth. Even back when life expectancy was, I don’t know, 35– that quest was worth taking out a few native people along the way.
Excuse me while I order my free Lifestyle Lift brochure.