Friday, February 3, 2012

Poor Demi Moore

Turns out, according to The Gospel Of "People" Magazine (which I read religiously, anytime I'm waiting in my dentist's office) that actress Demi Moore got together with Ashton Kutcher out of an intense fear of growing old.  I had always thought she was trying so hard to keep her youthful appearance and demeanor because she'd fallen for a younger man and the idea of being the "older woman" in the relationship was a torment to her.  Turns out it was the other way around.  The younger man was a symptom of her panic over getting old, not the cause.  At least if you believe what the "People" people are telling us.


For years, a lot of middle agers (especially women) have somewhat jealously thought of Demi Moore as a kind of got-her-shit-together cougar, a woman who produced films, raised a family, and could still rock a bikini whenever she wanted.  But it turns out all those twitter posts and self-filmed videos were a mask, hiding a terrible insecurity that came from knowing 1) if you're middle aged, the looks you have now are on their way out, and 2) you are living in a society where looks are king.  Double if you're a Hollywood type.


And while I feel bad for her and everything she's been going through, I think regular women can also breathe a sigh of relief and learn from her sad situation.  The quest for eternal youth rarely ends well or happily, and those of us who have chosen not to fight every wrinkle and roll have probably taken the more gentle, more kind path with ourselves, although some mornings when we get up and look at what's in the mirror we may not feel that way.  


Getting older is inevitable.  Looking older is also inevitable.  Cosmetic surgery can fix some things, but eventually it leaves you looking like a freak show, which nowadays also translates to old. And while you might vow to spend your life fighting the aging process with every bone in your body, do you really want to spend the next 40 years fighting an enemy who will eventually win out, no matter what?  I don't.  

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