<span class="s1"><b>When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability… To be alive is to be vulnerable.</b></span> ide class=”right-rail__container right-rail__container–ad”>
When my youngest child was just a little creature, she’d settle into my mother’s lap and pat the velvety folds of skin under mom’s chin.
“Mormor, I love all your necks,” the kid would say before fading into sleep. Mom laughed every time, but with a tinge of embarrassment.
I was reminded of those moments when I read Face: One Square Foot of Skin by actor and director Justine Bateman. She spoke to 47 women about their aging faces and turned their stories into a collection of short narratives. Bateman asks, what if we just rejected the idea that older faces need fixing. What if we ignored all the clanging bells that remind women every day on every platform that we are in some kind of endless battle with aging.
<strong>I hated the idea that half the population was perhaps spending the entire second half of their lives ashamed and apologetic that their faces had aged naturally.</strong></span><span data-preserver-spaces="true">
What struck me in reading these stories was how much time we spend fretting about whether we should do something about our faces or hold out. We are still stuck in the crack between empowerment feminism and reality.
One of Bateman’s characters, Faith, a 48-year-old former advertising executive, catches a glimpse of her face reflected in a tabletop as she leans over. She’s horrified at this new view of her sagging skin. She knew her face was no different than it had been an hour before, but now she’d was aware that “her face had crossed over,” and she couldn’t unsee it, couldn’t stop her confidence from eroding.
My mother had her own crossing-over story. She called it the day she became invisible. She was a nurse, and after every shift, there’d be a handover report to the incoming doctors and nurses. One day, when she was in her 50s, she realized that the unit physicians, both men, had started looking past her–their eyes and their questions drawn to the younger nurses behind her. And that’s when my pretty mother realized she’d used up the currency of a youthful face, just as she’d reached the peak of her expertise.
There lies the problem with simply ignoring the terrible way some people react to older female faces. Ageism is pervasive, and it has real economic effects. Research shows that women over 50 who lose their jobs or quit to care for a family member have an extraordinarily tough time finding work again. And even if they do, they’ll likely make less than they did before.
That angst about being seen as older and less valuable in the workplace fuels the anti-aging industry as much as vanity or peer pressure. It’s infuriating but not crazy to believe that looking younger might get you a few more years of relevance and retirement contributions before you…cross over.
However, Bateman argues that even when we think we’re buying more time with cosmetic procedures, it’s an illusion, a Ponzi scheme in which age always wins.
She’s probably right. But I do wish we could create a new currency, a better system, like a pro-aging Bitcoin. Your value increases every year and for developing neck wattles that comfort small granddaughters.
Or better yet, we could have our own personal NFTs (non-fungible tokens). NFTs represent unique, non-replicable assets like digital art, and the tech world is obsessed with them.
<strong>So let’s imagine that our one-of-a-kind-woman faces are a new kind of NFT, a currency backed by a life lived without hesitation in the sunshine of good days and bad.</strong>
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In her new book, Face: One Square Foot of Skin, actor and director Justine Bateman asks why women still spend so much time in a frustrating quest to ‘fix’ their faces. Of her own unaltered 55-year-old face, Bateman writes:
<strong>You’re looking at f***ing determination and truth and creativity. You’re looking at loss and sorrow and the effort for a deeper perspective. You’re looking at satisfaction and happiness. You’re looking at a manifestation of a connection so deep and rooted that it’s more real than I am. You’re looking at my face.</strong>
–Justine Bateman, #TheresNothingWrongWithYourFace
COPING KIT ⛱
What Loss Looks Like: The New York Times asked readers to share photos of objects that remind them of those who died over the last year, whether from the coronavirus or other causes. Grief and solace are intertwined in these artifacts, from a 50-year-old mixer that reminds one woman of her dad who loved to bake to a music box inscribed with “To My Gorgeous Wife.”
EVIDENCE OF HUMAN KINDNESS❤️
Here’s your weekly reminder that creating a community of generosity elevates us all.
Mindy is a mother of three girls who lost her husband Carlos to COVID-19 last July. “The past ten months have been so difficult for us–financially, yes, but also the grief has been too large for me to hold,” says the Sacramento mom. “I see my daughters, and they just want their Papa back.”
In the wake of this tragedy, Pandemic of Love matched Mindy with seven individual donors who were able to provide enough funds to get her family through the holidays. One donor, Janice, was moved to tears by Mindy’s story and helped with car and car insurance payments, she says:
<strong>I know what loss is like and how much a blur the aftermath is. I just had to contribute in some way to ease her hardship.</strong>
Mindy has been working since January, and her mother is helping look after her girls (two of whom are pictured above). She tells us she’s “learning to live with the pain one day at a time and find moments of joy again because Carlos would have wanted us to just be happy.”
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