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Kris Jenner’s new face
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Reading time: 2.03 407 words Hey Reader, Have you seen Kris Jenner’s new face? I have, and my heart sank. Not because of her, specifically. I don’t generally care what the Kardashian Klan are up to, and my grip on celebrity culture is tenuous at best, by design. My heart sank because it’s yet another denial of ageing women. The latest sacrifice at the altar of obsession with youth and this homogenised “beauty” that’s currently trendy. One more erasure of the story of someone’s life, writ large on their face and body where anyone can read it. I really should just set fire to all my social media accounts because everywhere I look are faces filtered af, looking more like dolls than real humans with stories to tell. And I say this while gazing despairing through my false lashes, because I’m not immune to all this bullshit either. (although I do love my permanent lashes, I get to wake up every morning feeling less like a mangy fox so that’s nice) Our bodies and faces tell the stories of who we are, and we lose something when we smooth them all out with scalpels and poison. When we try to hold onto something we’re never going to be able to keep, we lose the opportunity to step into who we’re meant to become. David Bowie once said, “Ageing is an extraordinary process where you become the person you should have always been.” I love that take on things because I’ve been increasingly preoccupied with getting older. Not just looks, although that comes into it — I think it’s okay to mourn the loss of parts of yourself that you won’t get back — but also the bloody aches and pains. It’s not all flippin’ roses, getting older, which is why I’m so fanatical about staying strong and fit. I get pretty obsessed with the passage of time — it confuses me, and compresses in my head, and I think how can I possibly be in my mid-40s when just a few moments ago I was learning to drive? And that bothers me because I want to live in THIS moment. I’m on social media less and less because it feeds this obsession with youth and beauty and this fear of ageing gracefully (or disgracefully if that’s your jam — I’ll surf through the gates of hell with my hair on fire if that’s my lot). Pamela Anderson is my new icon. She wears her story on her face as a big fck you to *gestures wildly* all this. I have two points with today’s email.
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