just think about how us mere mortals feel about this pesky passage of time thing. This from yesterday’s NY Post (which ran the above photo):
“Nothing ages as poorly as a beautiful woman’s ego,” says Paulina Porizkova, former Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model, wife of rock star Ric Ocasek and one of the most recognizable faces of the 1980s.
“When you have used your beauty to get around, it’s like having extra cash in your back pocket. I was so used to walking down the street and having the young guys passing by at least give me a flicker of a look. But once you’re over 40, you become invisible. You’re a brick in the building and it’s sad. It just feels like the sun went down a little bit. It got a little cloudy outside.”
I’m sure she’s heard some version of, “Boo freakin’ hoo! You still look fantastic and anyway, you had a great run. Get over yourself.”
Yeah, OK, but I feel for her, having experienced just .000756% of what she’s going through, and admire that she’s talking about it. At no point in history would anyone have given me a cent to snap my picture, and even I’m feeling the loss. Her looks were her livelihood, her entire persona and the only thing (except for marrying a rock star) that she was known for and now, at 45, she feels they’ve gone the way of hair mousse and those God-awful high cut swimsuits. That’s gotta hurt.
I had my 25th high school reunion the other week, and classmates who know about this blog and my book said some variation of, “What do you mean? You’re still hot.” For which I thanked them, of course, and reciprocated the compliment before launching into my spiel about how this Formerly Hot thing is really not about looks so much as being moved into a different category of human being–that of the “not young” woman–without notice or permission. No matter what you look or looked like, there’s no escaping that things change.
Still, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t silently thrilled that the night of the reunion was one of those less and less frequent “on” days for me–the hair cooperated, I was on the thinner end of my 12 pound range and miraculously was not retaining Lake Michigan. In fact, everyone looked great–downright happy–so maybe the beauty gods shined their light-diffusing sparkle upon the entire Bronx Science class of 1985. My friend Julie remarked that the trick to feeling hot these days is to walk into a room of people in their 40s and simply never leave.
Maybe that would help Porizkova feel better? Hmmm…remind me not to be in that room when she shows up.
Photo by helayne seidman/Everett Collection (from the NY Post)