I heard this week that the increasing use of FaceTime has sent a whole new batch of fountain-of-youth seekers into the hands of plastic surgeons. It seems we are not happy with what we see in the neck and chin area. The American press and marketing machine is relentless in its pursuit, presentation and promise of enticing, quick-fix-look-younger-now solutions. Even the most committed determination to let things unfold naturally is shaken a bit when you get on FaceTime the first time — even the second, third, fourth and more times. Very unforgiving technology. I think we need a ‘make-it-fuzzy’ option, instead of striving for all this HD-crispness.
It seems that this tweener stage of not real young anymore and not real old yet is the worst. You don’t feel old yet, you’re not ready to go there yet, you don’t want to be labeled ‘old’ yet, but there is incontrovertible evidence that you’re well down that path.
It reminds me of being 3 months pregnant and simply feeling fat. You don’t really feel like a baby is taking up residence there, you might not want to broadcast the news yet, and you don’t want those oh-dear-she’s-put-on-some-pounds pity looks. When you make the big announcement and the fat-look evolves into a happy pregnant mommy look, you can love your body again. You’re not hiding some shameful secret. You’re big and everyone’s happy.
I’m thinking the same wonderful fate might await us at the end of this tweener stage. Once you have celebrated a certain O-birthday that officially places you in the bona fide ‘old’ phase, then you can relax into those signs of aging and love what you see in the mirror … inspite of the ceaseless onslaught of ridiculous potions and surgery ads. The big question will be when exactly is that O-birthday? I fear that the marketing machine is going to keep moving the goal posts!
Can we please all band together and say NO!!
Send the surgeons, doctors, pharmaceutical and potions industries a message: You may not earn all those millions of dollars at the expense of our insecurities, our physical and mental health. We are not playing ball.
What do you think? You with me?