I had the “pleasure,” yesterday, of watching the TV programme, 10 Years Younger, in which two ladies in their seventies were given a so-called “make-over,” in order to make them look… um… 10 years younger. Basically, the programme makers succeeded in doing so (obviously) – in fact, said Bus Pass Holders were delighted to have approx. 20 years knocked off their apparent age. But…
I don’t even want to talk about the lady who opted for the plastic surgery route; resulting in indeed looking (by some definition) “younger,” but being so nipped, tucked, peeled, injected and what-have-you that she ended up looking like her skin was about to fall off and she was in constant pain.
I do, however, want to talk about the other lady, who chose a “treatment” involving the overhauling of her make-up, hairstyle and fashion sense – oh, and a little bit of “non-invasive” laser treatment to smooth out her old lady wrinkles. Upon completion of said “treatment,” Lady No.2 also appeared approx. two decades younger… but at what price?! Prior to the overhauling, she had a Little Old Lady Perm, Little Old Lady Specs and wore drab, shapeless Little Old Lady Clothes. But she had sparkly eyes, a warm smile and a voice you could listen to for hours, reminiscing about Way Back When. Thankfully she kept the voice, but she ended up looking like a fifty-something Human Resources Manager! “Younger” indeed, but losing her softness, her friendliness, and becoming incorrigibly, cloningly fashionable!
Fashionable, I tell you!
Why are we so obsessed with being fashionable, sexy and looking youthful?
Okay, there is obviously a value in helping people to feel good about themselves, but I can’t help it… if she was my nan, I would feel intimidated!
I would feel uncomfortable in her presence!
It’s all about, make yourself feel good by looking good…
But what about, make yourself feel good despite how you look…?
Well I suppose that wouldn’t make such good TV…