Usually, we post about a book we want to read, or have read, or have put in our to-be-read pile. But this entry is different.It's about a book I don't want to read.
Why so? Well, first the title of the book is "I Feel Bad About My Neck And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman" by Nora Ephron. A best seller, according to a review in 'The Weekly Standard' by Charlotte Allen. But, not a glowing review, I might add. A quite non-glowing review. Click here to see it. If you're familiar with this magazine, you'll know it has a conservative bent. So it won't be a surprise that the review here, isn't all praise and roses. :-)
From the book title, you can surmise that Ms. Ephron is not happy with her neck. Or with other signs of ageing. "Quelle Horreur!" No! She is determined to keep putting her "finger in the dike," forever. Two-tone three hour hair-dye jobs... Replacing all her fillings with white material... Regular injections of Restylane {"it sort of fills in the saggy parts" of her chin}... Experimenting with Botox...
The trouble with that pesky neck is though... there's nothing {short of a full-bore facelift} really to be done to give your neck the illusion of youth! ,-) "Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth," she writes.
Mmmmm.... Surrrrrre Nora. Your face may be lies. After all the costly re-maintenance. But silly me! My face, my neck, my everything is truth. -giggles- The plain ol' unvarnished truth. :-) Well, short of a bit of liquid makeup {over moisturizer}, to cover the little veins which have appeared on my cheeks. And a soft bit of lipstick. And that is the extent of my "finger in the dike" stuff.
Sure, I admit that this post of mine is picky, nasty and testy. It's perfectly fine to do all those "dike filling" things, if you have the disposable income for it, I suppose. 'Tis not for me to judge or question.
But since this woman is selling a book, on the subject, I think I have the right to poo-pooh it. ,-)
Also sure, I'm jealous of all that disposable income, used on such proceedures. I wish I had it, to do what I'd like to do, with it. I admit it. I am jealous. :-) But not in a deep way. I just see it as a waste of resources.
For me, it's a waste of resources. For Nora and her pals, it's necessary. To each her own. :-))))
And this my Dears, is the end of my rant!!!!!! ,-)))
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