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
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
Scarlett Johansson, one of two Danish people I “know.”
Who knew that the Danish were not only great at making pastries, implementing income equality, and the world’s highest income per capita, which explains why they are also known as the happiest people on earth. Oh, but there’s more; it’s the birth place of Hans Christian Anderson, one of my very favorite fairy tale authors, and Scarlett Johansson, one of Hollywood’s sexiest bombshells is of Danish descent. However, these days the Danish are also credited with determining who are the most attractive people on earth? Yes, you read correctly, the Web is ablaze with articles about this new Danish website that only accepts membership from the most attractive people on earth. Read More
Age appropriate ignorance—none of us concerned about wrinkles. (Sisters Ilana and Sharon, Maya in the center.)
I recently celebrated my 43rd birthday, and it just so happened that on that same day I took my daughter to a doctor’s appointment at the dermatologist’s office. We sat in the waiting room for an hour before being called inside the examination room, and this gave me plenty of time to look around and absorb my surroundings. It was nothing like the scene that I was accustomed to seeing when visiting the dermatologist in LA, where the list of names was always covered up with tape to maintain privacy, and the people sitting around almost always exhibited a “look” that definitely cost them a lot of money. When it was our turn to see the doctor we were led into the examination room where once again we remained waiting, this time for another fifteen minutes. My daughter focused on the textbook that she brought along, while my eyes were almost immediately drawn to the display of facial rejuvenation pamphlets that decorated the room. Read More
Facial expressions are a tool for better communication.
In the Scientific American Magazine you can always be sure to come across a few interesting articles and such was the case with “Facial Expressions,” an article published just this month by Kate Wong. The article discusses the well optimized arrangement of muscles on our face in order to enable us to better find food. However, this arrangement on the face has another role, that of communication. Humans have very expressive faces, which convey a whole array of emotions, and researchers have said that our ability to make facial expressions has to do with the unique facial muscles in that area. Read More
Last time I shared a few ideas about aging from a book written by Karen Cokayne and titled, Experiencing Old Age in Ancient Rome. In this blog I want to share more interesting information about how aging was portrayed in comedy writing during that specific era.
In satirical writings from that period of time, wrinkles and other physical characteristics associated with aging were viewed with absolute repugnance. Cruelty in those days was by no means a foreign concept, and so the main target or focus of comedy was the old man whose physical appearance was deemed ugly, and inspired the types of comments that society found exceptionally entertaining. Read More
So lucky to have Judy back in my life.
I recently joined Facebook, something that I resisted for a while; just didn’t have the time or patience to pursue one more avenue that necessitated keeping up with posts. However, a few more urges from friends convinced me to click along and join the ranks of everyone else out there writing status updates, sharing their life with everyone and making new friends of course. It just so happened that after a very busy day I was left with a restless mind, and unable to fall asleep, I began to think about people from my past. One of those people who often popped into my mind was Judy; suddenly, the idea of renewing our friendship became more accessible to me—I began to feel excited at the possibility of finding her. We used to be neighbors in Manchester, England, when we were students in the late 80s, and we were very good friends. However, after graduation we both moved to different countries many miles apart, and what happened next was life. Read More
Last Sunday night, while relaxing in front on my TV, I happened to come across a movie that I had not seen in years, “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” I also remember reading the book in my early twenties and loving it so much that I kept it in my library as one of those books that had impacted my thinking—that I would always want around me. I felt that way even though I still suffered from—age appropriate ignorance—that aging would never be “my problem,” nothing that would happen to me specifically. But in spite of my youth, I still loved the story and saw great value in it. Read More
Certain things always catch my attention and such was the case with an article about Amanda Redman, published in the Mail Online. The caption read, “Amanda Redman says that she is dreading turning 50. Well, it’s a bit too late for that—as her 1957 birth certificate proves.” I never really heard of this woman before, but still, I wanted to know why she dreaded her 50s. Read More