The antechapel where the statue stood of Newton with his prism and silent face, the marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.I can go on and blog. ;)
The Prelude
My mind has ranged over a lot of ground so far today but rather than give me plenty to write about, I find that I'm stuck. So many topics but each deserves its own post and my full attention, rather than a quick line dashed off in a hurry between customers and phone calls. So I think serious blogging will have to wait until I'm home, and I'll come up with something lighter for now.
While I was running errands earlier I saw a busbench ad for an esthestics place and it seriously annoyed me. Why? The big bold line up top was "For a better you.". Maddening. I realize that as part of the cosmetic industry, esthetics cash in on our dislike of our physical appearance and insecurities. But wow, that's really blunt. "Come here so we can fix you." "What? You left the house looking like that?" "Don't worry. We can make you pretty."
Horse pucky! I realize that I'm extremely low maintenance in terms of beauty stuff and need a haircut, ect. so I'm biased but I still think that everyone should resent "For a better you." It's unfair and unkind. Women shouldn't feel that they are better because they've got on makeup and just had a facial to prevent wrinkles. I personally don't care all that much about what wrinkles I have. I came by them honestly; I've lived in this face for 36 years. There's been laughter, tears, squinting into the sun, brow furrowed in concentration or confusion, quirked eyebrows...why would I want to be rid of this map of my emotions? Or the occasional scar?
I'd have to say that these marks of the life I've lived make me "a better me". At least you can tell I have feelings. Yep, no Botox here!
4 comments:
While I tend to agree that I've "earned my wrinkles", if I can cheat nature a little bit with some botox... why not? just waiting to afford it and then we'll see if I have the nerve :-D
On the other hand... I don't think our dogs give a care one way or the other *what* we look like, eh. Hmmm.
You're braver than I am! Needles in the face to inject a toxin? Eeeeppp!
No, no botox for me either. Too toxic.
I figure as long as the wrinkles don't make me look permanently angry, bring 'em. :D
Just no white hair, please. :)
My vanity made me dye my hair when I started finding grey at 20. Now I can live with the silver stuff, as long as it stays silvery and shiny.
I won't rule out dying my hair because I get bored though. It can be too much fun to change the colour.
And if my eyelids droop to the point that I can't see, I guess I'll have to do something about it, lol!
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