They are the King’s New Clothes of our time: celebrities who go under the cosmetic knife.
Oh, that the process did for their eyesight what it promises to do for the rest of their face. But no; they and their sycophantic showbiz chums see rejuvenation, while the rest of us see a very modern spin on the phrase ‘money for old rope’.
Is it only their audience who read that line in Desiderata – “gracefully surrendering the things of youth” – or does anyone in the entertainment industry also get it? Someone who realises that a face looked after by natural means – exercise, sleep and diet – can retain an elegance that renders the trappings of age irrelevant, while a face that wrestles with Nature instead often looks more ghoulish than grand?
Well glory be, I think that someone may exist. Reference in a magazine article to the film Love Story last weekend, got me wondering, whatever happened to Ali MacGraw?
Turns out it may be more a case of what hasn’t happened to her. I could be wrong but judging from her photograph at the link below, Ms MacGraw hasn’t had ‘anything done’; hasn’t boarded that futile bandwagon to the operating theatre; hasn’t elected to go 12 rounds with Father Time and ended up looking like it.
Without at all forcing the point in the interests of chivalry, I am amazed to conclude that Ali MacGraw remains eminently capable of turning heads.
And she will be 80 next year.
Good on you, girl.