Actress Harriet Walter has curated an exhibit at London's National Theater called "Infinite Variety," which celebrates something we seldom see in magazines or advertising: "the beauty of the aging female face."
As Janice Turner asks in The Times Of London, "Are we so used to airbrushed celebrity glamor that we can no longer see the beauty of an older woman?" Well, yes. Turner notes:
Madonna has forged a career out of smashing taboos about female power and sexuality, but is not willing to take on the final challenge. To stand up, with her trademark insouciance and say: "Yeah, women age, so what. Here I am!"
Today it is acceptable to admit you are 50, but not to look it.
In college, I took a course in Goddesses, where I learned that eons ago, in Western cultures, older women were revered for their wisdom and power; they often knew of herbal remedies and potions that could cure. Christianity and the patriarchy made it so that only men (priests) had the power; old women were witches, crones — no longer desirable and ripe for neglect and mocking. But that was then. This is now. And between women like Betty White, Helen Mirren, Judi Dench, Barbara Walters and Vivienne Westwood, isn't it about time we realized that old does not mean dead, boring, undesirable or useless? Why are we (that includes you, your Madgesty) so afraid to wear our wrinkles with pride?