Showing posts with label botox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label botox. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

California


At the risk of opening a can or worms since I rarely discuss politics in this space...

It's that miserable time of the year again-- Campaign elections are in full, nasty, swing here in California, and perhaps your area too, with a record amount of money being spent to sway your vote.

We have one business woman candidate running for governor who makes no excuses about spending $140 million of her own money on the race. She's a billionaire so I guess that's a drop in the bucket if she really wants the thankless job, but in my book it's reckless spending and not confidence inspiring. Sadly though, her opponent doesn't inspire me either so I won't even bother to mention their names. All I will say is that I'm sick of their commercials smacking me in the face every single time I turn on the television.

For the senate race we have two women running against each other and let me tell you-- The. Claws. Are. Out! Little substance is conveyed in their tv commercials beyond caddy (bitchy) sniping and for one, it seems, a little too much Botox to go with her perfectly coiffed, expressionless, presentation.

Again, the senate candidates leave me uninspired and wishing we had real options to consider putting in charge of our failing state. This short commercial really gets on my nerves. Every time I see it all I can think is.... MEOW!


What do you think?
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Friday, July 31, 2009

Vacation Dilema

In these tough economic times, it's necessary to juggle finances, plan expenditures and schedule appointments in a timely manner so as not to blow the budget all at once. Throw in a little vacation and well, things can go very wrong, very quickly, with the checkbook.

For example, my upcoming vacation to Ohio. I've been planning it for six months but I forgot one very important component, and that component is Botox, eyebrows and a haircut! Okay, that's three things but they're all in the same category-- Vanity! And I am guilty as charged.

With five days to go, I looked in the mirror and asked myself, what the hell happened here?!?! Seriously, I said those words out loud!

For starters, I've been stretching my Botox injections a few weeks longer apart and frankly, I'm running on empty! My crows feet are flying at full mast and it looks like my face has melted. Dang!

Even if the too-ridiculous-to-report-amount-of-money was available for a Botox touch-up, five days is not nearly long enough for the full effect of the injection to take place. Contrary to popular belief, your face is not "immediately frozen" after an injection. It take 7-10 days to see it's magic-- At least on my very deep crows feet. But, it's out of the question right now so c'est la vie.

A haircut is doable thanks to Godson's mom. She's a former hair stylist and can snip a bit off the ends to hold me over until I get back.

But that leaves me with the eyebrows. Let me preface this by sharing a little secret with you. I swear my eyebrows grow faster than weeds after a rain storm thanks to some lupus medication I take. My nails grow like crazy too but the brows-- I've got the Andy Rooney eyebrow gene and it's... it's... it's... well.... 'Nuff said.

Never in million years did I ever think I'd need someone to tweeze and trim my eyebrows for me. And I'm not being a high maintenance prima donna here. I seriously need someone to do it for me because my middle-aged eyes have gotten so bad that I can't do it myself anymore!

Did you ever try wearing reading glasses while looking into a lighted magnifying mirror? I'm telling you it is not a good way to go about the task at hand. Brows come out cock-eyed and uneven. You can look up, but not down, to tweeze or trim, plus the frames leave blind spots. Take my word for it, blind spots are not good when you have scissors in hand, near your eyes!

So I'm off today to get my brows done. I will admit, it's probably the best spent money of the above because after my brows are done I feel like I've gotten a momentary face lift. Really! "Liz the Brow Lady" is a miracle worker. I don't know what she does or how she does it, but for one day, life is good and I look awake, and rested, and not nearly as melted.

How do you see things?
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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Unanswered Questions About Cosmetic "Enhancements"

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how much is too much when it comes to “cosmetic enhancements”—You know what I’m talking about—Botox, brow lifts, Rejuvaderm and the likes; but also the smaller things like hair coloring, brow waxing, teeth straightening, personal trainers and all the lotions and potions that promise ageless results in a bottle.

On one hand, there are the countless magazines; their pages filled with airbrushed to the max celebrities—More magazine especially comes to mind; Jane Fonda, Tea Leoni, Sharon Stone, Dara Torres and Brooks Shields were so flawless on their cover that you’d swear they used photos from Madame Trousseau’s Wax Museum.  Poor Sharon Stone was barely recognizable; and Brooke Shields "celebrating her body as it is" made me laugh out loud--  I guess she didn't mention the "as is" part to the airbrush guys.  (I won’t even start on 70-something Jane!) 

I realize these women make a living off their looks-- and that's fine-- but I have to think that between “the work” they’ve may or may not have had done, and the extreme airbrushing in their photos, we’re not seeing their true faces or being given “real” role models on women's magazine covers to compare our appearances to.

On the other hand, there are the mountains of advertisements targeting women over 40 with models barely 20 years old, all hocking age reversing creams guaranteeing to erase lines in weeks without surgery or injections-- as if the 20 year olds have any idea what the ads are talking about.

Then there is singing sensation, Susan Boyle from Scotland, and the countless questions about her appearance.  Should she get a makeover to minimize her bushy brows, fuzzy gray hair and matronly attire or should she stay au naturale?  Well, guess what--  Susan “went Hollywood” and got a major, head to toe makeover.  Does that mean, at 47, she’s finally bought into the mass marketing and magazines’ portrayal of the “perfect woman”?  Is that what it takes to "win" or get a record deal despite an exquisite voice?  Did she feel pressured to change when the world made snarky comments about her appearance?  I hope not.  And I hope she feels good about herself.

So, where does that leave the rest of us mere mortals with wrinkles and puffy eyes?  

For me, I’m just a 50-something gal trying to look my best and feel confident about my appearance.  But, with all the perfection splashed across magazines and in the media, it’s tough to live up to all the youthful, glowing, wrinkle-free expectations.  It leaves me wondering if I’ve crossed the line and bought into the marketing schtick.  Or, am I at an acceptable level of “enhancements” to make the best of what I have to work with for my age?

For the record, I’m a Botox (brow and crows feet), brow waxing, skin bleaching (brown age spots), teeth whitened and straightened (with braces at age 45) gal with a twice-weekly personal trainer.  I don’t color my hair (yet) and I view that as God’s way of making up for the ultra thin hair he graced me with, which is why I’ve also used hair extensions on special occasions.  I have drawers full of lotions promising miracles--Oh, and I spray tan—a lot, especially in the summer.

I've also had a successful career, and yes, I have a life-- so there’s no spending every minute of every day looking at myself in the mirror.  I know there are much bigger fish to fry in our universe than a few wrinkles, but, obviously, my appearance is a factor in how I view myself.  Right or wrong, it’s just the way it is.  And I don’t think I’m entirely alone on the subject.

I may sound “high maintenance” and shallow, but then again, I live in youth obsessed Los Angeles and compared to many an LA babe, I’m an old hag with barely a make-up brush in sight.  Is that an excuse or a cop-out?  You tell me-- please!

Have I been manipulated into thinking I need all this stuff or am I really doing it for myself—to feel good.  After all, none of this is lowering my cholesterol, reducing my blood pressure or eliminating my arthritis.  Does that means it’s pure vanity or does self-esteem count as a stress reducer?

And more importantly, I wonder how long I’m supposed to keep it up?  At what age do I knock it off-- Skip the Botox, cancel the personal trainer, go with the uni-brow, and lose the retainer on my teeth at night?  Is my "enhancements" clock ticking?  Is there a magic age, a magic moment, a blaring alarm that will sound when enough is enough?  And when it does, what expires?  Moisturizers?  Hair coloring?  Brow waxing?  Some of it?  All of it?  What?  Will the day come when all these “enhancements” I’ve grown to include in my daily grooming regime cease to be relevant or necessary?  

When, or should I say "if", I decide to stop, THEN what happens?  Do I ween myself off one-by-one?   Stop everything cold turkey?  What?  It's a big step!  Life without Botox will look very different-- Literally!

I don’t have the answers to any of these questions, no matter how hard I’ve looked, but I'll continue to search.  If you have a clue, please, by all means, bring it on!

What do you think?

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Botox Nation

I was born with crows feet-- Those nasty, deep, sunburst wrinkles engraving the corners of my eyes.  You can actually see them in my baby pictures, as well as my high school senior class photo, my various head shots for business, my wedding pics and even my reflection in shop windows on the street.  Seriously!  Thanks to high cheek bones these babies are "crater crows" stretching all the way to my jaw line.  Despite dunking my face nightly in wrinkle creams and anti-aging lotions, they still continue to spread-- like wild fire.  And, they've always really bugged me.

I met my Botox doc a few years ago when I decided it was time for a little nip tuck to surgically erase all age lines from my face. Leave it to me to find the only Beverly Hills plastic surgeon NOT to recommend surgery! Instead, he turned me onto Botox with the promise that he'd tell me when it was time to go under the knife.  Now, I'm a card carrying member of the Botox Nation and proud of it!

Please spare me the lecture about what I'm injecting into my face.  I've already heard it a million times.  Botox is my drug of choice and I'd rather live in my car then part with it.

In the interest of full disclosure, injections also include my brow lines but-- No, my face is NOT frozen and expressionless. My crows feet and brow lines are so frigging deep there's not enough Botox on the planet to completely erase these lines.  But they are "softened" and not nearly as scary.  When I hear snide remarks about "frozen Botox faces" you can easily tell by my furrowed brow and crinkled eyes that mine are not included in the analysis.  It's an injection, not plaster!

In my quest to be a "new 40-something", Botox is part of my bag of tricks along with massive quantities of skin care products. Maybe it's not for everyone but I look more rested and feel less self-conscious than without it. So no wise cracks please-- No pun intended!

What's in your bag of beauty tricks?
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