If part of the motivation for us to resist aging is so we can prevent ourselves from becoming socially irrelevant, then we, as a society, need to work on redefining what makes women "relevant".
I just buried a very dear friend. She was 90 years old when she died. My friend came out of the same, image obsessed culture as everyone else in this documentary. After she got back from serving with the Red Cross in WW2, she worked as a fashion model in the 40s and as a high level executive assistant in Manhattan in the 50’s and 60’s. Looking ‘good’ was undeniably a huge part of her identity, both professionally and personally.
When my friend hit her mid 60s, instead of getting a facelift or becoming invisible, she went back to school to get her Masters degree in gerontology. She spent the last 25 years of her life as a social worker and activist for the rights of elders.
The one theme I saw in most of the clips above, as well as in many of the comments was that people did not want to look old because being old equals being irrelevant.
In honor of my friend, I would like to call ‘bullshit’ on that idea.
Don’t want to become irrelevant as you age? Stop trying to pretend that ageing doesn’t happen…
Maybe if our culture didn’t have such a deep seeded phobia about ageing, we could rationally discuss a health care reform bill that includes a provision that offers senior citizens access to counseling on how to plan for their care as they age without people crawling out of the woodwork saying that Obama wants to euthanize the elderly.
At first I was all ready to mock the hell out of the Texan lady with the boob job, but the last clip just made me feel sorry for her. She really thinks that getting breast implants and lip injections will assuage her loneliness. But it still shines through when she talks about how she's "improved". Sad.
As far as beauty and growing older is concerned, I think Roald Dahl said it best in The Twits:
"the funny thing is that Mrs. Twit wasn’t born ugly. She’d had quite a nice face when she was young. The ugliness had grown upon her year by year as she got older.
Why would that happen? I’ll tell you why.
If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely."
Are there any women of color in this documentary? I'd be interested in hearing their perspectives on aging being freaked out about it.
I know I'm looking forward to getting older and not so scared of the wrinkles...my mom and aunts are proof that melanin is one hell of a preservative. The grey hair? A little bit, but only because it's refusing to in the punk rock temple stripes that my mom's did.
Documentaries like this one fascinate and irritate me. I mean,hasn't anyone noticed that women get more awesome with age? I think the self-confidence that comes with age/experience is worth some saggy tits and stretch marks.
She's so over celebrating your age - right. She never even considered it. I'm just getting to the age (I'm 27 and had my first experience with enfeeblement/serious illness about a year and a half ago.) when I might start worrying about how old I look. It's tough in a college town, where "they keep stayin' the same age." Several months ago, I was mistaken for being about 20 years older than I actually am; my spouse thought it was hilarious, but I was offended. I always have tried to eschew beauty insanity, but now I feel like I should wear makeup every day to look like a human being. It sure doesn't help that I did objectively look like crap for a long time, being sick and all.
I like maturing and youth was never a good fit for me, personality-wise. It's getting to the point where I don't know if I look cute/funky in my old-ladyish clothes, or like I'm just dressing older than I need to. And what is with what the kids these days are wearing?
@Tara Incognita: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I thought she was HILARIOUS. I wanted them to give her her own show. Now I understand more why she was so batshit crazy.
I just don't understand where these people get the idea they look younger?
Just because you have no wrinkles doesn't mean you don't look old.
Also, with enough work all these women start to look THE SAME. As if it isn't obvious you have had work done?
I just don't get who they think they are fooling and why?
Everyone can tell the last woman is older as well as the blonde woman towards the end, so what was the purpose of all the work done and money spent? Just to fool HERSELF into thinking she doesn't look her age?
I just don't get it....
@veronykah: agreed!
also, there's this moment in the film when we're first introduced to Sherry, and she made this "aghast" expression as she was told that the woman who had just left was 46.
I said to myself, "mhmm, that woman did look 46, she did look younger than you, and underneath all your makeup and plastic, Sherry, I can still tell that your mid-50s."
Some of these women aren't fooling anyone - most of the time, you can still tell their age if you look hard enough. Efforts to look younger are sometimes the very thing that reveal your true older age.
@veronykah: I totally agree! Nothing makes you look older than trying to look "young". Besides, plastic surgery does not make you look younger - it makes you look old enough to turn to plastic surgery to try to look younger.
I concur that it's a form of self-delusion. Honey, ain't nobody but yourself gonna mistake you for 25.
"the men see no problem with informing women exactly what is wrong with them."
*evil laughter*
I feel SO vindicated right now. I was bished at in here because I body snarked in the meanest way (my target was either one man or men in general). I maintained that men weren't going to learn the lesson unless we'd bottle feed them a taste of their own stinkin' medicine.
I reserve future rights for body snarking. I do it for the cause of womankind. A noble and worthy cause (plus, my natural bitch personality just lends itself to the cause so effortlessly).
Seriously, though, guys. I have overheard men say ABSOLUTELY NASTY things about women's looks while they themselves looked like Quasimodo on a bell ringing break (no snark, the truth).
@greengrey: Ha! Would Bette Davis worry about being "mean"? Would Joan Crawford worry about it? I didn't think so! Neither do I! The Highsmith company's core values are going after the mean men, nuclear war style (throwing much love to the cool dewds).
@Highsmith: I'm also with you. I love to make points like that when watching TV with a guy. They love to point out fat or ugly women on tv and I always give them the "bish PLEASE!" face and dissect the males in a comparable position.
Every time I find myself engaging in the kind of thinking where ideas like "My life would be so much better if I lost 20 lbs, had a smaller nose, less wrinkles, better clothes, etc" seem reasonable I remind myself of a dream I had once. I stood in an extremely long line to wait my turn to meet the Dalai Lama. We were allowed to ask one question. When it was my turn I asked "will I be enlightened?" He looked at me like I was a complete idiot and said "NO!" I was filled with a deep sense of shame, having asked him the dumbest question in the universe. Shamed because I had treated him like a two-bit fortune teller, instead of taking my chance to recieve some wisdom. Whenever I think about that dream I realize the answer was NO because I always think there is something on my outsides that will FIX me somehow, so that one day I will achieve that elusive state of self-satisfaction and happiness. I'm smart enough to know better. That it's all lies, and that 20 lbs, a smaller nose, and a better wardrobe would only leave me different looking, but still an idiot who expects external superficial things to satisfy my soul. Now when I criticize my looks, I think "FAIL!" and try to focus on what it would be like, and what it would take to be satisfied with myself flaws and all. I haven't gotten on a scale or wasted money on expensive beauty products in over a year and it's amazing how much my stress level and my level of self-hatred has decreased.
Ha, I will never forget the day in high school when my mom and I went to get our hair cut, and the stylist said to my mom, "I see that you're starting to silver. Should we begin to cover that up?" And my mom looked at her like she was crazy, and said, "What? Silver? Oh! You mean my grey hair? Ha. No." Ten years later, her hair is completely grey, and she is still beautiful and awesome. "Starting to silver." Cracks me up every time.
Honestly, it all comes down to the fear of death. Aging, visibly, is an inescapable sign of what we all know is inevitable. We want to have control over something we don't, so we obsess on something we can't change.
It's why we're obsessed with youth. It's the illusion of immortality.
I don't care if people nip or tuck whatever they want, but I think it's sad that we're spending so much time and mental real estate on hating ourselves enough to cut it with a knife. Sure, it's distracting. But eventually, you're still stuck with yourself. And the reality is, no amount of surgery or creams are going to make you live forever.
Part of me knows that I'm going to become Sherry as I get older. I'm only 24, but I've been using wrinkle cream around my eyes since I was 17. No joke. It's not even about being alone, it's just the pursuit of this image I feel like I am supposed to have. I am supposed to be thin and have tight, flawless skin and have nothing sagging and no signs of worry or stress, because I am this peace-loving, hippie yoga instructor vegetarian.
In reality, I am heavy, I have acne, I am beginning to sag, my lips are getting thinner by the day, I have cellulite. I have a list a mile long of procedures I want to get.
I teach my students self-love and acceptance, but I am a ridiculous hypocrite. Oh the battles in my head.
@Beets.Go.On is the Fat Yogini: I think most of us have those battles. It sounds corny, but when you get those nagging feelings of inadequacy, treat yourself like one of your students. You wouldn't put them down or treat them harshly, so why would you do it to yourself? This is something I've read in several self-help books (and something my therapist often says-- treat yourself like you would your best friend, blah blah) and sometimes you just have to fake it until you believe it.
Think what you will of Madonna, and her quest for youth through boytoys, antics, and cosmetic surgery, but I will always love her for saying, in response to criticism that she should stop being a sexpot and act her age, "What, are you just supposed to DIE when you're forty? Just put yourself out to pasture? No thank you."
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When my friend hit her mid 60s, instead of getting a facelift or becoming invisible, she went back to school to get her Masters degree in gerontology. She spent the last 25 years of her life as a social worker and activist for the rights of elders.
The one theme I saw in most of the clips above, as well as in many of the comments was that people did not want to look old because being old equals being irrelevant.
In honor of my friend, I would like to call ‘bullshit’ on that idea.
Don’t want to become irrelevant as you age? Stop trying to pretend that ageing doesn’t happen…
Maybe if our culture didn’t have such a deep seeded phobia about ageing, we could rationally discuss a health care reform bill that includes a provision that offers senior citizens access to counseling on how to plan for their care as they age without people crawling out of the woodwork saying that Obama wants to euthanize the elderly.
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As far as beauty and growing older is concerned, I think Roald Dahl said it best in The Twits:
"the funny thing is that Mrs. Twit wasn’t born ugly. She’d had quite a nice face when she was young. The ugliness had grown upon her year by year as she got older.
Why would that happen? I’ll tell you why.
If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely."
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I know I'm looking forward to getting older and not so scared of the wrinkles...my mom and aunts are proof that melanin is one hell of a preservative. The grey hair? A little bit, but only because it's refusing to in the punk rock temple stripes that my mom's did.
Documentaries like this one fascinate and irritate me. I mean,hasn't anyone noticed that women get more awesome with age? I think the self-confidence that comes with age/experience is worth some saggy tits and stretch marks.
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I like maturing and youth was never a good fit for me, personality-wise. It's getting to the point where I don't know if I look cute/funky in my old-ladyish clothes, or like I'm just dressing older than I need to. And what is with what the kids these days are wearing?
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Maybe it said that on the show, but I only saw these clips here.
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Just because you have no wrinkles doesn't mean you don't look old.
Also, with enough work all these women start to look THE SAME. As if it isn't obvious you have had work done?
I just don't get who they think they are fooling and why?
Everyone can tell the last woman is older as well as the blonde woman towards the end, so what was the purpose of all the work done and money spent? Just to fool HERSELF into thinking she doesn't look her age?
I just don't get it....
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also, there's this moment in the film when we're first introduced to Sherry, and she made this "aghast" expression as she was told that the woman who had just left was 46.
I said to myself, "mhmm, that woman did look 46, she did look younger than you, and underneath all your makeup and plastic, Sherry, I can still tell that your mid-50s."
Some of these women aren't fooling anyone - most of the time, you can still tell their age if you look hard enough. Efforts to look younger are sometimes the very thing that reveal your true older age.
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I concur that it's a form of self-delusion. Honey, ain't nobody but yourself gonna mistake you for 25.
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*evil laughter*
I feel SO vindicated right now. I was bished at in here because I body snarked in the meanest way (my target was either one man or men in general). I maintained that men weren't going to learn the lesson unless we'd bottle feed them a taste of their own stinkin' medicine.
I reserve future rights for body snarking. I do it for the cause of womankind. A noble and worthy cause (plus, my natural bitch personality just lends itself to the cause so effortlessly).
Seriously, though, guys. I have overheard men say ABSOLUTELY NASTY things about women's looks while they themselves looked like Quasimodo on a bell ringing break (no snark, the truth).
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But really, that's quite an insightful dream, and uplifting. Thanks for sharing.
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But what an interesting dream.
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*for the record, I am 40 years old and damn happy about it
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It's why we're obsessed with youth. It's the illusion of immortality.
I don't care if people nip or tuck whatever they want, but I think it's sad that we're spending so much time and mental real estate on hating ourselves enough to cut it with a knife. Sure, it's distracting. But eventually, you're still stuck with yourself. And the reality is, no amount of surgery or creams are going to make you live forever.
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In reality, I am heavy, I have acne, I am beginning to sag, my lips are getting thinner by the day, I have cellulite. I have a list a mile long of procedures I want to get.
I teach my students self-love and acceptance, but I am a ridiculous hypocrite. Oh the battles in my head.
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