Y = Youth (and Beauty) (A-Z Challenge)

Regrettably, I think that too many people think that only the young are beautiful.

Kylie Minogue. She just turned 46, though to be fair, I think this was taken when she was only 45.

Kylie Minogue. She just turned 46, though to be fair, I think this was taken when she was only 45.

Beauty changes as we get older, and sometimes it manifests in ways you wouldn’t expect.

Lauren Bacall, age 89.

Lauren Bacall, age 89.

Yes, these are movie stars with access to the best make up and skin specialists and personal trainers possible.

Betty White, 92, hilarious, and our last remaining Golden Girl. *weep*

Betty White, 92, hilarious, and our last remaining Golden Girl. *weep*

Some might think that they are stem-cell vampires, sucking the life force out of children and babies to stay young and beautiful, but I don’t THINK that’s true. However, too many times I think we associate life beyond 30 as an uncontrolled decline into the Chasm of Hag.

Angelina Jolie, age 38. On set, far away, bad lighting, horns, and *gasp* nearly 40!

Angelina Jolie, age 38. On set, far away, bad lighting, and *gasp* nearly 40! Oh, and the horns.

I think this is particularly poignant for women. Women are expected to keep their looks forever, and are often abandoned when those looks fade. Yet, we have those who age gracefully…

Ellen Burstyn, currently age 81, though she was likely in her 70s when this picture was taken.

Ellen Burstyn, currently age 81, though she was likely in her 70s when this picture was taken.

…and those who are so afraid of aging and losing their looks that they try to stay young forever, with varying success and even less purpose.

Meg Ryan, before and after she took the Joker's Insane Serum.

Meg Ryan, before and after she took the Joker’s Insane Serum.

Of course, there are those who are young and beautiful, but that’s really an act of freak genetics. Like I discussed in my entry on narcissism, young beautiful people did almost nothing to achieve it, yet seem to think that they are owed the world. There is truth to the adage:

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And egos the size of Cleveland are unattractive at best. Youth and beauty is an awful combination; one might almost call the combo a curse from which it is difficult to emerge with anything resembling depth, social graces, or basic human kindness. Yet, the women listed here are artists, thinkers, shallow actresses, philanthropists, survivors, and generous of spirit. Sometimes all at once.

Kindness, thought for others, concern for oneself, generosity, happiness — these are the true measures of beauty. That being said, a pretty face and a good personality elevate one to the status of Prince/ss Charming almost immediately. Add intelligence and a sense of humor to that, and I’m a mess. Maturity on top? Reads books? Fiction, even? I’m a babbling idiot, totally unable to make an impression…or speak. But youth and beauty alone are nothing.

Youth and beauty breed egotism and shallowness all too often. Aging well means a lot, but humility means more. It means that you are on your way to not being tased when you walk in a room, used for the one cheap thrill you can provide, and discarded when that passes. It’s not to say that we should leer at Sloth or Quasimodo as they pass, certain that they possess great kindness, humility, and beatific spirits. Sometimes, when one is treated as ugly and vile, that becomes the truth, both inside and out.

Yet we are a visual species. I’m as awful as the rest. I will leer at a hottie faster than most people I know. But I will stick around for the jokes, the intelligent conversation, and will avoid being made to feel as though I have been transported to some wretched Abercrombie and Fitch hive of egotism. I “get” pretty hot guys, which always shocks me, but the people I keep around are the smarties, the hilarious people, the genuine friends, the people who care.

In a relationship or for dating I try to find guys who have all that and are hot, too. But looks are negotiable. Youth is totally unimportant. I am attracted to a huge swath of people. I literally cannot understand people who won’t date outside of certain races or strict age groups or have monetary requirements. I have dated from early 20s to early 50s. Every race imaginable…except Native American…this is not a prejudice; I just haven’t found one interested in me.

Please, can we make this one interested? I'm sure he has a GREAT personality…

Please, can we make this one interested? I’m sure he has a GREAT personality…

*cackle* (Yes, that was intended irony, showing I am as susceptible to beauty as any other person, and that for all my soap box preaching, I have tons of work to do on myself. And though I don’t normally seek out guys with long hair… *leer, drool, leap, terrify, chase*)

Alternate letter considerations: Yoga, Yoicks (a cry of fox hunters — very distasteful, as I LOVE foxes), Yapok (a small, aquatic opossum. Imagine my disappointment when I wound it wasn’t a mer-opossum with fins, webbed hands, and gills).

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~ by Darren Endymion on May 29, 2014.

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