Married in front of my students once school was out for the day.
When I first learned of a new reality show about brides, it peaked my interest and I couldn’t wait to see what the creative television minds had concocted for our viewing pleasure. We already have brides agonizing over dresses they cannot afford in the show titled, “Say Yes to The Dress,” we also have “Four Weddings,” where the brides gossip about each other while secretly vying to pull off the best wedding reception ever and thus snag the prize, which consists of an all paid for honeymoon. “Bridezillas,” is another show that captures every single stage leading up to the wedding, but it espouses to focus on more meltdowns and shocking confrontations between the brides and their family members—all the necessary ingredients for a captivating, successful show. Then comes the newly anticipated show, “Bridalplasty,” and in this program the brides are pitted against each other during a string of challenges, ranging from best wedding vows writer to best honeymoon planner. And then the raison d’être—the motive—the rational and justification for it all is the chance to win extensive cosmetic surgery, and the chance to be the “most perfect bride!”
My lovely students.
Oy, was the one and only word that I uttered when reading abut this show. I’m no snob when it comes to entertainment; I make no apologies for the crap that I allow myself to watch on television, I feel totally confident with my intelligence that I don’t have to say that I don’t watch TV ever . . . I understand individual taste and preferences that don’t mirror mine, therein lies some of the entertainment value, when you get to see how the other half lives. Voyeurism is a human trait after all. Also, one can always switch off the TV if not interested in watching a show, nobody forces us to watch anything. But for me, those types of shows represent such a blunder of values and morals—the opposite of everything or anything that I stand for. Take for example my own wedding to Greg: we decided to keep it small, extremely small for that matter and for this reason only my students were invited to take part in the ceremony, which took place at the end of our school day. I happened to own the dress you see in the photos, and the head piece I sewed the night before after popping over to Jo-Anne Fabrics and paying a couple of bucks for the material, one hour later I had my whole wedding attire. My students prepared a special song for us that they performed, they also held up the chuppa (part of the Jewish wedding ceremony) after the rabbi officiated over the ceremony, we all ate cake and carried on with our life. For many people this would not make any sense whatsoever, but for us it made a lot of sense.
The Hollywood Reporter has quoted the network saying that the show gave women “the chance to be the most perfect bride” for their groom. Seriously? I have yet to see the show once it airs, but I guess the climax of the show will be when the bride reveals her new and extreme makeover—when she unveils herself before her future husband for the first time–and he expresses his surprise at his bride’s perfect new looks. I can envision the scene in my head, as the camera pans on the face of the groom focusing on him for a good few moments, unsure of whether he will love it or hate it. Hmm, not exactly because that would be real reality TV, which defeats the purpose of reality TV.
Once again, I feel terribly puzzled—practically left out in a culture that continuously promotes the idea of perfection through surgical standards of beauty. If someone is so bothered by a certain feature on their face or body, and feel that altering it will bring them happiness, fine, I’m not judging. But the idea that if they don’t change their appearance, they can’t be loved or are not marriage worthy—that I find terribly disturbing.
I thought back at the different boyfriends I had over the years, certainly not all of them represented a look that could be deemed classically appealing, but then again they were appealing to me for many other reasons. Looks have plenty to do with attraction, but they’re also subjective;however, shows of this nature presume that looks are the mitigating factor when two people are attracted to one another. And to think that those brides had spent the day leading up to their wedding suffering terrible pain while recovering from multiple surgeries, and concentrating on something so trivial in the grand scale of things. I don’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for them.
What? He’s how old? I think that was my initial reaction when first reading the article about Cliff Richard and viewing a current photo of him where he looks absolutely wonderful. It’s true, I could not believe my eyes when I looked at the photo and saw a healthy looking body, one that also looked natural as far as I could tell, and one that would cause all of those who have attempted to gain a similar look through plastic surgeries, to breath in deeply and take a seat as they sigh in despair. Cliff’s face has also defied the usual aging process because although there are lines here and there, those look appropriate, albeit they are definitely not age appropriate in this unique case. To further upset those who stare at him with envy, he is as healthy as an ox, and enjoys playing tennis on a daily basis. He gets all his sports equipment from www.tennisracquets.com/collections/used-tennis-racquets. Did I mention that he will be seventy-years-old this coming October? Read More
Teri Hatcher showing a frown lines.
After my crushing defeat the other day, during some heated online discussions about aging and wrinkles where I was heavily criticized for my positive point of view, of all things, I’ve decided to do a little bit more reading on this topic. I wanted to get a better sense of what else women have been discussing, and what kind of advice they’ve been receiving from fellow readers. I didn’t expect anything different than before, but my curiosity for the “herd mentality” that I have viewed so many times before, prodded me to look again. Read More
Evening swim, Cancun.
I’ve been spending the week in Cancun at the Me Hotel of all places, unbeknownst to me a paradise for the young and beautiful who like to party all day and all night long. Also in the mix are some of us older folks, a few of whom, I’m sure, are here to rub elbows with the party crowd, and others such as myself who are here just because it looked like a nice hotel from the photos online.
Earlier today, Maxim hosted a party at the beach and later on tonight the party will continue indoors at the Rose Bar. As I sat on my beach-chair this morning, there was an interesting dynamic going on–I could see the flow of young people slowly trickling into the roped area designated for the Maxim party-goers, and then there was that woman—an aging woman that is. Read More
Pamela Anderson looking beautiful and make-up free.
“Oh my goodness,” those were the exact words I happened to utter when reading a few captions about Pamela Anderson’s “unattractive-natural-look.” Once I spotted photos of Pamela, barefaced and natural, I obviously gravitated toward the article—after all—things of this nature are such a rarity as we have established many times before. When gazing at her photo I found myself looking at a portrait of a beautiful-natural-looking-woman (using the term natural from the neck up)—that’s right, I instantly turned into a Pamela supporter! Read More
Alice Hart-Davis is hooked on Botox etc.
I’m almost certain that ten years ago articles on beauty and aging would never capture my attention. The subject matter was of no interest to me whatsoever, because aging had not become one of my concerns yet. This immediately confirms the fact that my readers could never be in their twenties or thirties for that matter—I can’t even remember the things that would peak my interest at that age.
Recently, a newspaper article that had caught my attention was one that I came across while reading the Times Online. The title of the article was: “Diary of a beauty addict: Blow-dries 7, Botox 2, facials 4.” It was an article written by beauty editor Alice Hart-Davis on how she got hooked on Botox, fillers and lash extensions—didn’t even know that those existed. Read More
When I used to think that Botox was a cure-all for aging.
A few weeks ago I had the unpleasant experience of becoming the target of an angry team of women, all of whom felt terribly upset because of what I had written about wrinkles. Their anger specifically stemmed from a few comments that I wrote in response to their comments on a skin care blog. From time to time I’ve been known to skim through the different categories on this blog, and respond to the plethora of issues they write about—those issues range anywhere from opinions about skin care products to treatments and anti-aging formulas. However, this time I came across a disturbing comment written by a woman who loathed the way she looked. She wrote that she was only 39 years old, but had developed wrinkles pretty much everywhere. She moaned about not having enough money for a face-lift so in the meantime she chose to hide from the public—she would go off to work in the mornings and upon returning home she would remain there most of the time. She was saving for her surgery, but until then this was her life. Read More
Miss Burge, the real life Barbie.
I’ve spent the past week racing around the clock and trying to abide by a specific time-frame for which to complete my next book. Nevertheless, I’ve peeked here and there at the different newspapers, always on the lookout for something interesting to offer my readers, and this time what caught my attention was the subject matter of teens using Botox. The very idea that people of that age group should even be remotely concerned over the appearance of a wrinkle is a bit of an enigma for me. Read More
The beautiful Lulu.
There are plenty of self revealing books out there written by celebrities who know it all; they know what to eat, what to drink, how to exercise, which products to use—all in the name of staying healthy and young. Some have boasted about the numerous plastic surgeries that they’ve undergone in order to look as good as they do, while others have refused to admit that the secret to their continuous youthful looks has involved a little bit of help from the surgeon.
In my blog I try to expose the many facets of aging in today’s society with emphasis on the idea that some of us would like to age with grace, and be considered attractive at any age. I feel that I’m a teeny-tiny voice in a society that is preoccupied with plastic surgery and whatever else they do in order to achieve their goal of forever looking young. I don’t believe in judging or preaching to anyone—saying that people should or should not do whatever they wish—I’m a true believer, however, in live and let live! This is exactly what Lulu has expressed in an article published on February 22nd 2010 in the Mail Online. Writer Jane Gordon had the pleasure of interviewing this bubbly 61-year-old when she was promoting her new book titled, “Lulu’s Secrets to Looking Young.” I’ve not read the book yet, but what I have learned from the article sounds pretty inspiring. Read More
Sigourney Weaver at 60, still gorgeous.
It’s no surprise that when I come across any bit of news regarding someone, anyone, who accepts their wrinkles, I am intrigued. I admit that I need to hear it from others in order to help me accept my own sagging self. Such was the case when I heard 60-year-old Sigourney Weaver discussing the whole question of beauty and aging. The photo below reveals a very beautiful woman—and yes, there are lines in plain sight but I still find her to be exquisitely good looking. Sadly, when she was growing up her mother once told here that she was not beautiful, but that’s a whole other article for another time perhaps. Let’s stick to what she had to say about plastic surgery. Read More