|It's best for all of us that I don't have time for Women's Magazines
||[Jan. 14th, 2008|09:35 am]
First of all, it's for women over 40 and all about how there's life after 40 and you CAN re-invent yourself, still live a full and active life that includes fashion and fun and, yes, even SEX. So, I'm sitting in the salon, my head covered in little squares of aluminum foil, making me feel like some kind of reverse-brownie, as we perpetuate the illusion that I get out in the sun and chlorine enough to still have highlights at my age..and while waiting for the timer to ring, the lovely Heather (thank you, Fetch, once again indebted) gives me one of the women's magazines...I dunno, let's say Redbook. The only one I know for sure is "MORE" which my mother gets and |
I'm sorry, but I resent the implication that there's some kind of break off point here and that I need to re-assured. Okay, the fashion...never had that, so I suppose I could START now, but I'm too damn busy with the last two items on the list. The articles tend to run the theme of "No, it's NOT too late to...be thought of as sexy...to change jobs...to change whatever..." You know, age isn't going to stop you from doing any of those things...it may make them harder -- but really, isn't that closer to like, 60, nowadays?
I also get pissed off because it's filled with all of these profiles of women who, at about the age of 40, have...climbed the alps, bicycled across Africa, started a new company that now, two years later is on the Fortune 500, invented a brilliant new product, launched a program to feed the homeless in wherever...fill in the major, life-changing, groundbreaking, mindblowing, dramatic whatever, that is sure to make the rest of us feel like slackers for turning 40, er, five, and really just plugging away at the things that just make us happy, keep our families and friends together and improve our little corner of the world?
Jeez-us. How come we never get credit for just plugging along and not causing a mess? I HATE that. To have reached this age without causing anyone else undue trauma, having managed to deal fairly quietly with whatever adversity's been thrown my way, celebrated successes with a glass of wine and a good steak instead of press releases and gala events, gotten this far with no more than a speeding ticket, quietly contributing to the community, taking up no more than my fair share of resources....where's MY freaking medal? OUR, I should say, 'cause there's a whole damn bunch of us.
I'm going to start my own magazine for "women of a certain age" to counter "MORE"...maybe call it "Good Enough" or "Doing Pretty Okay"....
But that wasn't what set me off in the hair salon...
It was the ad for underarm moisturizer.
I have to admit that I have never noticed that my armpit seemed in need of moisturizer. I mean, a moist armpit is something we aim products at to fix, right? What am I missing here? Okay, I know, I've got Danish blubber skin, so dryness is usually not so much of an issue.
C'mon HBA industry, we're not THAT stupid. Come up with something that will keep my knuckles from cracking during the winter (that works, I've got plenty of things that don't quite do it) and I'll buy it. I am NOT buying a special armpit-dedicated moisturizer. There are not enough hair salon fumes in the world....