Posts Tagged ‘Lindsay Lohan

15
Sep
11

why?

A blogger I follow recently posted this picture of Lindsay Lohan:

with the heading “If You’re Thinking of Tampering With Your Face”

What has happened to this girl? She looks 50. And hideous.

I always thought she was one of the most beautiful young actresses I had ever seen.

Look at her “then”

What is she thinking?

I can’t imagine it can merely be puffiness from her raucous lifestyle — what I want to know is how can the girl directly above look in a mirror and decide that she needs to do something to make herself prettier?

This is difficult for me, because I really want to have my neck fixed. I didn’t like my neck when I was in my 20s, and I really don’t like it now. And despite Nora Ephron’s advice, I don’t like turtlenecks; they make me feel like I’m being strangled, and I don’t think they actually help because they just push that little pooch of extra skin up so not only is it visible, but it looks even bigger than it actually is. But, as I’ve written before, I’m vehemently opposed to plastic surgery and everything it represents, especially the idea that we’re not supposed to end up looking like we’ve lived in our faces, or that there’s some ideal of “beauty” that we should !!! all aspire to.

I also worry because Only Daughter has just been accepted as “talent” at a local modeling agency, and she’s very excited. Except she, all 4’5″ 60 lbs of her, already thinks she has fat calves, wishes she had curly hair like mine (she’s Korean, I’m not, and my hair is just curly enough to be annoying) and obsesses over every pimple.

She’s beautiful, and I worry that throwing her into this world of models and clothes and the quest for “perfection” and eating disorders and body obsession and inadequacy is only going to play out badly. How does someone manage to grow up and look in the mirror and still see beautiful?

A lot of people speculate that Lindsay Lohan’s mother is behind a lot of her problems, as well as her sister Ali’s and her apparent eating disorder.

The radical difference shown above is reported to be a result of “natural” changes from adolescence, and Ali becoming taller and “slimmer.” Do they mean starving?

She’s so skinny. This just makes me so sad.

Anyway, I know it’s always easy to blame the mom, even though sometimes it probably is the mom’s fault. I always joke that I’m willing to take all of the credit and none of the blame, but that’s not really true. I take a lot of the blame, even when I probably shouldn’t.

15
Mar
10

Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright

So I noticed on the cover of one of those magazines that none of us “buy” but which we all read with great speed (so as not to be “caught”) and interest in the supermarket checkout line that Tiger has returned from rehab, hired a publicist, and is out to make his comeback in an upcoming golf tournament.

As I already mentioned about Kirstie Alley and her chronic weight problem, I do think it’s too bad when celebrities have to live out all of their vulnerabilities in the public eye. Perhaps Tiger did have a responsibility to the public that extended beyond his responsibility to his wife and family.  And yes, I think if you’re in a position that benefits from your celebrity, perhaps you should hold yourself to a higher standard. Maybe that would be a good thing for all of us — I remember a very helpful point made in Dr. Spock’s Baby and Child Care: when you’re having a really bad day with this baby/toddler/adolescent, and you feel yourself losing your grip on the kind of parent you want to be, pretend that someone whose opinion really matters to you is in the room with you. (You know, like God, or Santa Claus, or maybe Dr. Spock himself.)

We know all of the stories about early stardom and consequent self-destruction; Drew Barrymore comes to mind, as does Lindsay Lohan and Gary Coleman. But do we really understand what causes it?

So much of the Tiger Woods persona hinged on his youthful prowess of an adult-man’s game — prowess built on a certain innate gift combined with years of disciplined training and supervision by a hyper-involved and motivated father. A little like Mozart, one might say. The problem with this that I see is that he never had a chance to be a teenage fuck-up. If the world, and your DAD, is watching your every move from the age of 14 you never have the chance to crash the car, flunk geometry, sleep through your ACTs or spend your last 2 years of high school broke, bored, and unemployed.

Maybe those lessons are too important not to be learned, so they have to be learned some time, the hard way, even if the whole world is watching.

I’ll try to keep that in mind as I watch my 16 year old look halfheartedly for work in the worst economy in 100 years while he spends most of his time playing XBox, “networking” on facebook, and playing guitar.




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