I thought it was an exceedingly busty Gwyneth Paltrow, but I was wrong. More
I guess you’d like to be like the old people in this absurdly charming paining of absurdly charming old people, huh? More
So, I’ve come to terms with the fact that at 18, college freshmen are a full 13 years younger than me. (Actually, I haven’t come to terms with that — I just figured it out as I was typing and now I’m panicking. Hopefully I’ll come to terms with it soon.) More
Here at The Gloss, none of us have anything to hide, what with our spotless reputations, impeccable decision-making skills and fine coordination when inebriated.
And you are all, no doubt, in the same boat.
But if there’s a little white lie that you routinely tell — to save someone else’s feelings, of course — what is it? More
There are some things in life that age well — wine, scotch, or a delightful cheddar.
But I’m not here to talk about those gastronomic joys. I’m here to talk about things a bit more nebulous…things that sneak up on you with each passing birthday, until one day you’re sitting at your computer blogging and you suddenly realize, “I’m older…and shit’s better.” More
A woman is looking for tube socks. More
Dovima With Peals, Richard Avedon.
I really like this picture, but it also makes me a bit sad. Dovima is my favorite model – mostly because she loved comic books, science fiction and was generally kind of a nerdy oddball. She was one of those people who seemingly had a glorious youth only to have an obscure end (she ended up working as a restaurant hostess). Of course, she might have been quite happy doing that. But still. Surely it must have been a bit difficult to go from capering in a ballgown among the elephants to telling people it was going to be a twenty minute wait. In this picture you can see the moles and crows feet and it’s clear that she’s no longer at the height of her beauty – but the expression on her face is still so priceless that you can see why Avedon would always consider her the greatest aristocratic beauty of her day.
I was picking up my boyfriend from the nursing home and he mumbled, spittle and applesauce flying “why don’t you do a piece on how great it is for you lovely young ladies to date nice older men?” At least, I think that’s what he said. It’s hard to tell sometimes, what with the dentures. Anyhow, here’s some input from lovely young ladies (names changed to protect all identities) who are dating older men:
A lot of people tell you that you can look younger by… I don’t know. Getting stuff put in your face. I think those people are plastic surgeons and Brooke Shields. I think they are lying to you. Do you know what will actually make you look younger? Hanging with the olds! More
Let me get this out of the way: I’m 31. Well into my 30′s. Out of my 20′s.
The transition from one decade to the next has been both wonderful and challenging, but for the most part, being in my 30′s is a welcome change — I love that I’m so much more comfortable in my own skin, and that I’ve pretty much stopped caring about whether or not anyone thinks I’m cool (I am. I’m super fucking cool.)
That said, I also don’t have quite the same taut skin that I had in my late teens and early 20′s More
My birthday was a few weeks ago, and getting older always makes me reflect on the past. I’m in my late 20s and, even though I occasionally go overboard looking for fine lines on my face, getting older has been pretty great me for me so far. Every once in a while, though, I miss my early 20s, when getting up “early” meant “before noon.” That said, I’d take my independent late 20s over my confused, anxious early 20s any day. Here’s some of the stuff I absolutely don’t miss. More
When you turn 30, you figure out all kinds of cool stuff, like that it’s not so bad to turn 30. But at 31 — which I am today, feel free to send gifts — apparently what happens is your … More