“What’s great about 60 is you are through with the bullshit — it means you are really and truly through. Now, Camille Cosby had told me at 40 that happens, but 40 you’re still … in the race, you’re still competitive. And at 50, you’re still like, ‘Do I need to?’ 60? You are chilled. You are chilled, and you have nothing to prove, and you can sit above that perch with a sense of knowing that you are who you want to be, inside and out, and it’s good. Life is good. 60 and a week, baby!”
I’ve long been a believer in Oprah’s awesomeness, but she said it even better herself at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival when she was asked about her recent 60th birthday. Good news! Some day you will no longer give a fuck. That sounds pretty damn glorious to me. Somebody sign me up for this “aging” stuff. Oprah also mentioned how lucky she felt to even reach 60 at all when so many people’s lives are cut short far too soon. She is one classy lady. [People]
“I’d like to think that I can age as naturally as possible. I don’t want to come out condemning anything anybody does, because I think that all of these things can contribute to making people feel better about themselves, and that’s great. But I also want to look like myself. I mean, we’re not going to live forever. I feel like I’d like to be 90. I’d like to be 100. I may not be lucky enough to have that happen. But, boy, I’m going to try.”
Julianne Moore, who has been outspoken about her aversion to Botox and cosmetic surgery in the past, clarifies her feelings about aging naturally in an interview with online magazine The Edit. At 53, she looks as stunningly gorgeous as ever, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she does live to be 100 (and still looks about 40). [The Edit]
It was recently brought to my attention that age 28 is often a big, crazy, life-changing year for people. Reasons range from Saturn return to cell turnover to psychological development to societal expectations, but I’m not as interested in the specific explanation as I am in people’s unique experiences at this age. The vast majority of my friends tell me 28 marked a huge shift in their lives, their relationships, their careers, living situations, etc. A very unscientific Twitter poll I conducted yielded similar responses. Anecdotally, at least, it seems that 28 is kind of a big deal.
I’m almost halfway through my 28th year and damn, has this been true for me. I moved across the country, dealt with/am dealing with some intense family transitions, lost and gained some very close friends, and feel like I’m on a path of self growth and acceptance that is simultaneously scary and rewarding.
I’d love to hear about what 28 was like for you. Was it challenging, empowering, horrible, wonderful, liberating, enraging, intense, or wholly forgettable? Please indulge my curiosity and share your experience in the comments!
[Photo of 28 via Shutterstock]
In the movie “Singles,” -—and this sticks with Ami because she first saw it at the age of 14, so it made a big impression — Janet Livermore (played by Bridget Fonda) gives a monologue about where she thought she’d be by the age of 23. She laments:
“I’m 23. Remember how old 23 seemed when you were little? I mean, I thought people would be traveling in airlocks and I would have 5 kids. Here I am – 23 – things are, um, basically the same. I think time is running out to do something bizarre. Somewhere around 25 bizarre becomes immature.”
And where was Janet at the tender age of 23? Working in a coffee shop, having an unrequited crush on her musician neighbor without any clue as to what she wanted to do with her life. Exactly what a 23-year-old should be doing, in our opinion. Pretty much exactly what both of us were doing! Ami made note of this monologue, telling herself, Learn from Janet Livermore and don’t expect to be married with kids by the age of 23, expect to start reproducing around the age of 28 because that’s when your mom had you. Also, you’ll be a famous actress by 25, so you’ll have plenty of money to raise your kids either alone or with your husband who can be a stay-at-home-dad. Keep reading »
“Just drawing on my own experience, I never — I never — personally reference myself as old. I don’t think of myself as old, but I certainly would not say that to a man. I might have a conversation with some girlfriends — what are we doing about the lines around our eyes — but to a man? There are certain things — it would just be demystifying and disempowering.”
–”Nashville” star Connie Britton reveals her hesitations to discuss the aging process in a fascinating New York Times magazine profile that includes a number of major bombshells (example: she was set to play Dorothy in “Jerry Maguire” until Renee Zellweger nabbed the role at the last minute), and some classic Connie-isms (“My life started being awesome five years ago”). Apparently Britton has been extremely cautious about the way her “Nashville” character deals with aging, and has purposefully skipped lines and altered scenes that focused too much on the “aging country star” angle. [NY Times]
White bread, rich cheeses, and red wine are beloved staples of the Gallic diet. They smoke, they drink, they consume loads of saturated fats… yet they don’t have an obesity problem, they don’t lose their looks with age, and they have the lowest rate of cardiovascular mortality worldwide. What gives, France? We’re not the only ones who are dying to know: researchers call it (and, furthermore, how they get their hair to look so perfectly disheveled without being greasy) “the French paradox” as they seek to explain the link connecting the way the French eat (and, yes, drink) to their long, healthy lifespans, second only to Japan. Keep reading »
I’ve been looking in the mirror for the past several weeks, noticing for the first time, that my forehead has perma-wrinkles. I keep slathering on moisturizer, as if dousing my face in enough cream will somehow make those fine lines disappear (news flash, it won’t).
Growing older is the pits — it sneaks up on you without warning and suddenly you look like a saggy faced, scowl-y version of your former self. So in the interest of commiseration, we’ve compiled a list of the 17 absolute most annoying things about aging. Check out our list after the jump, and then share yours in the comments.
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Fairest shmairest! Let’s get real about beauty and body image. Mirror, Mirror is a column running every other Thursday on The Frisky. It is written by Brooklyn-based columnist, freelance writer, and bagel enthusiast, Kate Fridkis who also writes the blog Eat the Damn Cake. You can follow her on Twitter at @eatthedamncake.
The other day, I was having lunch with a 65-year-old woman who was on a strict diet. She told me she needed to lose 10 pounds before she would feel like a real person again. She wasn’t letting herself buy any new clothes until she dropped a couple sizes. She loved fashion, but she wanted to punish herself, so that she would learn her lesson.
“No, no,” I protested. “You look great! You don’t need to change anything.”
She gave me an empty smile. “That’s sweet of you.”
She didn’t like her hair either. She didn’t like her arms. They were too flabby, she thought. Her legs were too short. And then, of course, there were her wrinkles. She was racing against time to combat all of the signs that she was no longer 30. And suddenly, I was scared. Keep reading »
We’re a culture obsessed with aging — keeping wrinkles and fine lines at bay, staying youthful and energized, looking younger than we maybe actually are. Which is why this video from Dutch filmmaker Jeroen Wolf is so fascinating. Wolf asked 100 people from ages 1 to 100 to share their age for a short video. The result is a fascinating look into how people really age. Plus, everybody’s got cute Dutch accents, so it’s especially fun to watch. [Daily Mail]
I thought the breakout all over my face would be enough to ruin my day as I glared at myself in the mirror this morning. I was highly mistaken: while brushing my teeth, I saw something white flickering within my hairline. That’s when my toothpaste started to dribble down my chin, my mouth wide open in disbelief. I counted seven gray monsters trying hard to mingle with the other reddish-brown strands.
My 20-year-old reflection was in disbelief. Keep reading »