Sunday, December 4, 2011

The Lies We Must Believe


We’ve all heard it, haven’t we? That 40 is the new 30. I’m not sure if they concocted this nonsense because they want us, middle-aged women, to feel better, or if they are trying to convince us to buy some youth potion, or poison for that matter. Regardless, baby boomers want to stretch time, as well as their faces, for as long as possible.

Topshop Blouse
MNG Skirt
Rusty Lopez Wedges
While I was putting 20 or so gunks on my face last night, I tried to remember if my mother also did the same thing when she was my age. Come to think of it, I never remember my mother obsessing about beauty back then. Heck, I never even saw her look in the mirror for more than two minutes. Their generation never heard of sunscreen, anti-aging, and whitening creams, more so with plastic surgery as the answer to the eternal search for the fountain of youth. 

Of course, the best compliment a woman can get is the one flattering her of how she looks younger than her chronological age. A chop of 5 years or more from the real age is a sure-fire big booster to the almost sagging esteem of a woman who worries of gray hair, wrinkles, and sunspots. Some of my Korean students (bless them!) make me forget their wrong grammar when they tell me I look thirty-ish (blush!), or even late twenty-ish (feeling ko bola na yun talaga!).  At naniniwala naman ako! Ha ha.

Ah, the lies I believe. That’s why I love my job.

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