So apparently Demi Moore, 47 in November, has denied in French Marie Claire she’s had any plastic surgery at all to look as she does–which is to say, fantastic and no more than 30. According to the Daily Mail, this is what she said:
“It’s completely false, I’ve never had it done,” she said, adding: “But I would never judge those who have….If it’s the best thing for them, then I don’t see a problem.”
Not for nothing, if I had had $120K in plastic surgery, which she is rumored to have had over the years, and then felt compelled to deny it, I would probably make a point of my nonjudgmentalness, thus leaving the door open a crack in case I was busted later on.
While I wouldn’t bet my bippy on it (I won’t bet my bippy on anything until I know what a bippy is), it is my 99.998% certain opinion that that is complete bullshit. Not only is it highly suspect that she is the only 47-year-old on the planet who looks like that naturally, but there are pictures.
Whatever. OK, so Demi denies it.
On the other end of the spectrum, we have folks like Patricia Heaton, Lisa Rinna, Denice Richards, and of course Joan Rivers, who are open and honest about their surgery. The below from Patricia Heaton’s website, in an article in the Erie Times from 2002:
“When I go out to an important public appearance, I have a lot of help to look the way I do. Someone does my makeup, someone does my hair, a stylist helps me find the right clothes. It’s really not fair — the image we present to the world — because it’s so contrived.”
Asked why she opted for surgery, Heaton admits, “Vanity. My stomach looked like the map of the world, and I’m fine about saying I had surgery because there’s an awful lot of illusion in Hollywood. I think it’s better to be honest if you can.”
My question: Is it better for to be honest about it, or better to lie about it? By better, I mean better for women’s body image and mental health, vis-Ã -vis how they look as they get older.
Honesty is always my first instinct, but then I got to thinking about it. Perhaps plastic surgery is one of those things that, had it stayed in the closet, might have been better for women.
Consider this: When it is social unacceptable to talk about certain things–to maybe be a bit embarrassed of them–oftentimes the the thing itself fades away a bit.
I’m not talking, of course, about stuff about which we have no choice, such as one’s sexuality or an illness such as cancer, which for years was considered “the C word” and not discussed, to many people’s detriment. I’m talking about that which which people don’t have to do, but do and have no compunction about because, well, everyone does it. I have no proof of this, but it seems that when using racist words became considered loutish and disgusting, even if someone were a racist, he was forced to keep his pie hole shut or be forced to go home and curse at the TV. That person’s kid didn’t hear such language and the vitriol they expressed in polite company, and that left room for her to develop her own views, which, over time, were hopefully broader minded than her father’s. Progress.
If it’s totally de rigeur to have cosmetic surgery, like, no biggie, kids getting implants for their high school graduation, lipo and breast lifts and “mommy makeovers” (for the non-obsessed, that’s a combo tummy tuck/boob lift) considered part of “not letting yourself go,” is that really a good thing? It makes it seem like it’s completely normal, rather than what is normal–getting older and looking it.
On the other hand, well, liar, liar pants on fire! Saying you come by your looks honestly makes women feel bad, too. If she can look that way, how come I can’t? Am I not doing enough, eating little enough? I hate my parents for giving me such crappy ass genes while Demi Moore, Nicole Kidman (who apparently denies her Botox) and the rest of the fortunate few got the lion’s share of the good ones!
What do you think? I’m genuinely torn.