You know what, this whole cosmetic surgery thing in stars is beginning to creep me out. I mean, enough with the frozen forehead and collagen lips. There’s something about the makeovers that make the eyes rounder and less normal looking. It’s like Hollywood is exporting a new race of cat people. Is that really attractive? Look at Kelly McGilliis. She’s been a drug addict, an alcoholic, a lesbian married to two men, unemployed, raped, and she’s fifty. You know what? She looks it. She looks rough around the edges and all kinds of messed up, but that’s the face she earned. That face is the result of her life.
I’m not saying you have to like aging. None of us are going to be as cute as we once were, but really, is having what looks like a gigantic loaf of bread for a forehead preferable to lines? We all have lines. Even my kid has lines and he’s a baby. But back to the face reflecting your life — what is so bloody awful about aging? As Laura Linney says, some people don’t get to live to your age, so maybe we ought to stop worrying about freezing ourselves like Han Solo at the end of The Empire Strikes Back and just deal.