I'm not hugely interested in the Golden Globes. I don't watch a lot of TV, other than Mad Men, Entourage, Chelsea Lately and every episode ever made of Spongebob Squarepants. Oh, and documentaries on women obsessed with big breasts and the history of pole dancing. (What can I say? My husband hogs the remote.)
However, last night, after the kids were in bed, I idly turned on the GG coverage. A close friend of mine was there with her director husband, and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of them. I didn't, of course. This was partly because there were a lot of people there, and partly because my eyes kept going out of focus at the sight of Jake Gyllenhaal. My GOD have you seen him? But, er, anyway...
In the past, when I've watched the Globes, I've been in awe of the beauty of the actresses, and the finery of their clothes. (And, when Simon Baker has been in attendance, the gross unfairness of his being married to someone else.) This time, however, my feelings were very different.
I felt a bit sad.
The young women looked great, as young women do. But the older women looked better - freakishly, perfectly better. Like they were wearing tight, plastic masks of the faces they once had.
I KNOW everyone wants to look their best. I KNOW that Botox and fillers are a fact of the world. But this is different. These are women so surgically altered that they don't actually look like real people anymore. There is no expression in their faces. No softness. No lines. They are not the faces of mothers. They are not the faces of friends. They are not the faces of partners, or aunties, or sisters. They are the blank faces of perfect, surgically created beauty.
Now, I'm not arguing against plastic surgery. Everyone should have the choice to do what they want to do with their own bodies, provided that it doesn't hurt anyone else, including themselves. What saddens me is that women feel pressured to do this. Can you imagine the insecurity of these gorgeous, talented, accomplished women that inspire them to go under the knife, presumably repeatedly, in the desperate attempt to look 20 years younger than they are? I feel sorry for them. I truly do.
Yes, these are Hollywood stars. They have money. They have fame. They have success. But at the end of the day, they are women, and I believe that they are terrified. Terrified of losing their looks, which to them equates to losing everything. And I feel sorry for anyone who has to live their life in fear of something so inevitable, and natural, and normal.
We all want to look good. But when the need to look good is so extreme it leads to turning yourself into a plastic mask, it makes me sad.