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Okay, I’ve been having a bit of a bout with writers block.  It’s not really the blues, per se.  It’s more like the blahs, the sags, the not enough coffees in the world.  I don’t know why? I have this new political job that takes an inordinate amount of time especially given that, compared to my old life, I’m making about oh, say, eighty two cents an hour doing it, but it’s fun so that should make me happy.  Money’s tight, I haven’t bought a new outfit in months and I’m going twelve weeks between colorings and three weeks between pedicures and Rich forgot to pay the Verizon bill so we had no Internet ALL DAY.  But MY GOD, I don’t live in Haiti, I don’t even live in the Bronx, I am not part of the Obama administration, I’m not Martha Coakley( really, really not and never would be with that hair cut), I am not Scott Brown and I am not Tiger Woods wife.  So what’s my problem?   I want to go somewhere fun and I can’t figure out where that is.  Whine.  I either drink too much or too little but I can’t find moderation.  Whine.   Read more

Naked Face

Okay, it’s 6:54 in the morning and I have nothing better to do than sit here and look through a two week old People Magazine that features a bunch of really pretty actresses with “no makeup”.   The deal is one I’m sure you are familiar with. The magazine strips these lovelies of their makeup and lays them out, blemishes and all, for the rest of us to see.  Weird, though, I never see any actual blemishes.  Or bags under their perfect youthful eyes.  Or the slightest sign of a crows foot.  In fact, almost no sign that their faces might ever move or see the light of day.  Hmmm.  Being the sleuth that I am, I found a surprisingly similar story from a few years ago titled  “It Takes Guts to Take it Off.  Who Dares to go Bare”.  After years of experience with beauty and gossip magazine reading, I know that this is a common sport.  The sport of asking beautiful young women who only just discovered the benefits of makeup four years ago when they stopped needing Clearasil to appear without their makeup.  They think we like it.  And maybe we do.  Apparently it’s a risky thing, the magazines always point out, appearing without makeup.  But they will do it, particularly if their publicists think it is a good idea and if they have a movie or tv show they need to get people interested in.  Or if their careers are failing.  Nothing gets people more interested in you than appearing with naked face in a national publication even if it is so SCARY for the star.  I guess it’s somewhat similar to asking me and my crowd to strip to their underwear, clench their butt cheeks and allow a photo to be taken from behind.  Hard to say a joyous “yes” to.  But I suppose if our publicist thought it was a good move?  So who dared?  The answer is several really beautiful woman well below the age of forty who may in fact be barefaced but are so beautifully and dramatically lit that it’s next to impossible to tell.  Check em out.rosario_dawsoneva_longoriajessica_simpsonSo I looked long and hard at these women “daring to go bare” and thinking of my own clenched butt cheeks, wondered what this was supposed to tell us?  What were we supposed to get from these pics?  Were any of us really stupid enough to believe that these woman, or in many cases, girls, were really au natural.  Trust me, I used to be on TV.  My husband is a cameraman. These women may not have on any make up.  But these women have something going on and that’s called lighting.  And retouching.  HEAVY retouching.  Truth.  Most of us will never be as pretty as these women, as gifted in the bone structure department and most of us will only have our picture snapped by family members at family functions, usually from an unpleasant angle with our mouths hanging slightly open, a double chin and the only lighting coming from the sun.  And no one will ask us to go without makeup, even our spouses. who used to claim we looked better that way.  In face, when I do go without makeup, someone always assumes I’m sick and I have to assure them that I feel fine, I’m just “daring to go bare”.  This usually prompts a blank stare and a quick move on down the supermarket aisle.  Look, the reason these women look like movie stars even without makeup is because they ARE movie stars.  And beautiful one’s at that.  No one is asking Seth Rogen to “Dare to go Bare” although I suspect he always does.   These women, in all their barenaked glory have been lit to high heaven.  The amount of light on their faces, bleaching them smooth and unspotted would, in a normal world, would require tapping into and sucking dry the electrical grid and possibly blacking out the Northeast.  And can we talk about retouching.  My god.  After forty, we should all be assigned a retoucher to follow us everywhere.  My friend Jane believes that there is a poetry in the failure of eyesight as we age.  If you don’t wear your glasses, after a certain age, then whenever you look in the mirror you are instantly retouched. As she says, no nasal labial sag, no wrinkles, beautiful complexion. The key is how to keep everyone in your life from wearing their glasses and that seems unrealistic.  And problematic.  You might look good to everyone around you but suddenly the world will stop because no one can actually see what they’re doing.  It may be a small price to pay but I can’t see convincing Obama that this is something we should encourage for vanity’s sake. I do know, should your eyesight be still quite good or you actually want to appear attractive to those not just suffering from myopia, there are some tricks for looking better in a pic.  Find your side.  We all have one.  I have one eye smaller than the other so the smaller one needs to always go toward the camera.  Chin extended but sort of tipped forward as if you were extending your neck .  Avoid that double chin at all costs.  I ALWAYS raise my eyebrows.  It’s a mini, very short term facelift with none of the pain, the expense or the sutures and blood.  Trust me, it’s all a science. And finally , when possible, I have very good lighting.  Lighting beats makeup ANY day.  At least in a photo.  I am going to show you the difference below.  Me, daring to go bare.  As much as it kills me to not have on lipstick.  I think we each have our things.  I can’t go for a jog without lipstick even though my friend and jogging partner Kristina thinks I look way better without it.  She seems to be the only one who doesn’t think I look sick but I often wonder if this is some weird passive aggressive thing she’s doing trying to make me look bad in case I run faster.  She, of course, has to put on eyebrow pencil before we run.  I think that is just weird.

So down below, so to speak, I take it all off just to show you the power of good lighting.  And retouching.  The first pic is a snap from the nice family camera with a flash.  The second, a picture with lighting but very close from my spouse who makes thousands of dollars a day filming anyone from Angelina Jolie to Ann Curry and Stephen Colbert.  And they always look good.  Particularly Stephen. And the last was sweetly retouched by my friend Rob, an extraordinary photographer(www.robfortunato.com) who has, according to my kids, somehow shaved fifteen years off my life by eliminating anything that might show I had lived on the planet.  And it took him less than an hour.  My boys actually looked at Rob’s picture when I asked if it looked like me and they said “Yeah, mom.  How old were you when they took it?”  The were shocked when I said that the pic was an hour old and not from nursery school.  It’s pretty interesting to look at the three.  Deep, no.  Interesting, yes.

dsc_1205jen-final-jpgjenny-for-rob2So here’s the deal.  Unless you can travel with your retoucher or only hang out with people who are not wearing their glasses, don’t go bare.  Or go bare but know that people will think you’re sick.  And they’ll count your wrinkles.  Or do what my friend Jean Godfrey June suggests.  Jean is the ultra talented beauty editor of Lucky Magazine and the author of the book “Free Gift With Purchase”.  Jean knows everything there is to know about looking good.  She’s not twelve and she always looks beautiful. Jean is one of these natural San Francisco beauties, all fresh faced and seemingly bare save for what appears to be a slick of Vaseline on the lips.  But as Jean will tell you, it takes some very artful makeup application to look like you aren’t wearing anything.

2006_06_jeangodfreyHere’s what she swears by:

May 14 at 5:24pm
5 Steps to Looking Like You Have No Makeup On (aka I Just Wake Up This Way, REALLY)
1. Self-tanner. This is optional — if you’re pale and you love it, or already-dark, you’ve only got 4 steps to do, so take a moment to reflect on how more-naturally-gorgeous, time-saving and money-saving you are. But if you’re like me, self-tanner will make you look well rested and much more even-skinned. Much.
2. Tinted Moisturizer. You have to experiment with formulas, because some tinted moisturizers are just foundation in a different tube. You want to be able tosee freckes through it. Many women think they need to cover flaws with foundation—NO. This is the job of concealer.
3. Concealer. Most critical for me. Get a thick concealer, the kind that comes in pot, and dab it on with a brush ONLY on the spots or dark areas you want to cover. PAT to blend—do not rub. When you rub, you’re moving the concealer off the thing you want to conceal and onto another part of your face. Pat. You will think it’s taking forever, that it’s not blending in, and then — suddenly, your flaws are concealed and you look perfect.
4. Mascara. You can also use the tiniest bit of eyeliner—black or brown—ONLY at the roots of your lashes, for extra oomph.
5. Sheer tinted lip balm in a brighter color than you’d normally pick.

Tell me if you want product recommendations!

Jean has a great blog at Lucky.  Check it out.  And she’s always a fun read in the magazine.(www.luckymag.com).

I say use Jeans tips.  Then no one will ever say you look tired or sick.  And they will think you are perfectly preserved.  And that you “Dare to go Bare”.  Somehow that get’s me thinking about clenched butt cheeks again.  And I would rather NOT think about butt cheeks, particularly with bathing suit season here.  The other thing People and other magazines seem to be really attentive to are celebrity weight issues.  Once again, back to the butt cheeks.  Stop me.  It’s like a bad dream, the clenched butt cheeks in my head.  Next week:  Reality Shows we’d(those of us of a certain age) ACTUALLY watch.  And magazine headlines that would make us buy. And we’re not talking celebrities yoyo dieting or willingness to go makeup free.  Or Jon and Kate, whoever they are.  We’re talking things that WE care about.  Like “The Chardonnay Diet…Lose Pounds and Inches by Giving Up Food”.  Or “Survivor: Suburbia”.

How Not To Look Old

Okay, I need to start by apologizing for my financial rant from the other day.  It was one of those mornings where the oppressiveness of our financial situation, both personal and national, overwhelmed me.  The concern over unpaid bills and the future for my children got the better of me.  That, and the fact that some twenty year old Glamazon had left a script in our mailbox for my husband to read.  And he’s an accountant.  Okay, he’s not an accountant, he is in the entertainment business, but not the end that involves script reading.  In the fifteen years we’ve been together I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him read a script.  Never, ever.  And now, with the financial world tumbling around our ears, he’s doing some script guidance for hot twenty year old production assistants.  How, you ask, do I know she’s hot, having only discovered the script, not the girl, in our mailbox.  Well, because I saw her photo on my husbands Facebook page.  What, you gasp. Your husband has a Facebook page?  Exactly.  So I started to rant about the economy because it was easier than having a knock down drag out with the spouse although we got there eventually.

Which brings me to todays topic HOW NOT TO LOOK OLD.  For obvious reasons I’m somewhat concerned, or, perhaps, obsessed with staying young.  Like, really young.  That was the subject of a Time Magazine article from a few weeks ago.  The article was pointed out to me by my friend Christina who called howling with laughter while waiting at the neurologists with her husband wh’d been experiencing some scary neurological symptoms.  How, you  ask, could some one call from the neurologists laughing while her husband is experiencing scary neurological symptom?  Did you read my opening paragraph?

twins_aging_0204The article discusses a recently released study by some doctors at Case Western who took a look at a bunch of photos of identical twins to see how they were aging.  They came to conclusions, some of which seem obvious and some of which confuse me.  I’ll begin with my concern about the two photos at the beginning of the article.  Two sisters, side by side.  One looks good, the other, not so much.  But here’s my question.  The one who looks good has a sly sweet smile, some pink in her cheeks, a light in her eyes.  I look at her and wonder, maybe she really does look younger in real life.  Or maybe she’s a woman who, just before they snapped the shot, had a nice glass of a red wine with a good friend (thus the pink in the cheeks)and had, immediately afterward , been pinched on the bottom by the UPS man delivering her package from Victorias Secret(both resulting in the sly smile).  Her sister on the other hand looks at bit scary.  Downturned mouth, sagging cheeks, a deadness behind her eyes.  But here’s what I wonder.  What was going on in her life that day?  Was she jealous her sister had gotten the pinch and the thong?  Had she given up wine for Lent?  Had she been at the neurologist waiting for bad news or good news about her husband?  Or perhaps a five foot ten, twenty year old had just left a script for her husband in her mailbox.  I don’t know?  I’m just saying….

Let’s talk about what the Case Western docs discovered.  Okay the first one is shocking.  No smoking.  Duh.  Smoking in your dreams, imagining you are smoking, pantomiming you are smoking or using your straw from your drink as a cigarette are okay.  But no real smoking.  It’s power to age trumps the happiness factor you get from doing it.  Sunscreen.  Use it.  Although I always think a tan makes someone look younger? And then there’s this astute observation. Fatter people look younger.  At least from the neck up (see Face or Ass blog). Therein lies the rub.  Apparently a little fat rounding out those cheeks and naturally filling those wrinkles helps.  BUT your ass will suffer.  There will be no Victoria Secret deliveries by UPS men for you because they don’t make thongs in your new size.  And no pinches from the UPS man because, truth be told, your ass will be too scary.  And everyone will say “Too bad, she has such a pretty face.” And then won’t understand when you start screaming in confusion. Face or Ass.  It’s a regular Sophies choice.

But the final point of this study made me smile.  It made me think of my friend Susanna who just did the ultimate in Spring Cleaning.  She unloaded approximately 150 pounds of useless material that had been lingering around her house for, oh, 24 years or so.  I don’t know how to best describe what she got rid of so for ease’s sake, I’ll call it her husband.  Now Susanna looks better than she has in years.  Soft, rested, calm. And without an ounce of additional fat on her body but a fathead excised from her life.   Which is what they discovered in the study.  No husband is better than a less than great one.  Divorce ages you but getting rid of a bad husband will make you younger. And never marrying at all, well, ask Christina how funny that news was.  Never marry, and Christina and I both believe we’re reading this important study properly, your face will remain as soft as a baby’s bottom and you can continue leaving scripts in married men’s mailboxes until you’re seventy and you’ll still piss off their wives.

Now just to clarify a few things here.  Christina’s husband did not have a horrible neurological problem.  And she is, I must admit, thrilled about that.  And my husband is a sweet, funny fellow who only has eyes for me.  And I’m sure that he would offer to script read for anyone, even young men with coke bottle glasses who spit when they talk and women with mange who haven’t bathed in six weeks, or old people in an advanced state of dementia who write scripts that don’t have any real words, just clumps of letters or small animals who suddenly find their voice.  He would script read for anyone.  It just so happens that, in all his years in television, the first person who asked was twenty four, five ten, with a perfect set of bow lips framed by waist length un-dyed blonde hair and a body that seems to be unwilling to not only quit but is something of a workaholic.  Yes, he’ll read your script.  Just don’t leave it in my mailbox.  I’m a little tense these days.dsc_00562