Glass houses, Big Screens

I had my 45th birthday recently, but as the result of a very strict regimen of exercise, salon visits and youthful thinking, I can honestly say that it is still possible for me to pass myself off as 44 - under almost any lighting conditions. (Don't hate me!)

So I can appreciate the scorn directed at the undisciplined post-maternity pop star who had the audacity to appear on television in a lingerie-style bikini with a figure that could no longer be described as pre-pubescent.  What was she thinking?  Judging from the photographs that ran in some of this country's finest newspapers, she was still carrying five or six extra pounds.

The American television viewing audience (motto: Pass the Cheese Puffs) was not pleased.  They have standards, after all. Not for artistic vision or originality or anything like that, but for God's sake - do not attempt to pass yourself off as bikini worthy in front of this group if you are more than a few french fries over your flirting weight.  These people will (deep-fat fry you and) eat you alive.   

Comments

[Dianne]

Ok, could you just reschedule the 45th birthday? This month was not good for me. I think I missed someone else's birthday too, someone nearly as important as you are to me, but I can't remember who and hope it isn't my husband or child... As to the pop star, it's not just the 1 or 2 lbs of flab, NO one likes you when you get old(er). Heck, hospitals won't even treat you if you are in your 70's (you are sneezing and your insurance just ran out, please go to hospice). Back to the pop star. She needs to stop acting like a 20 year old and act her real age, ---------- 21. Pass the cheesy poofs.

[Suburban Kamikaze]

I will be accepting birthday tributes through October, under the Extended Birthday Provisions Act of 1962.
Cocktails, flirty comments and gratuitous expressions of shock, ("There is no way you are 45!") will be honored throughout the protracted birthday season.