I kind of want to turn my face into a mask that never moves.

Setting: Jetblue flight from Long Beach, CA to JFK Airport, aisle 10. I’m seated in the middle, next to a beautiful 23-year-old woman from Los Angeles with perfect skin, discussing skin.

Me: I was celebrating my birthday with friends from college. We all turn 40 this summer, so we all met up.

Her: [gawks] You’re 40? You do not look 40. I mean, your eye area is nearly flawless.

Me: Thanks. [awkwardly aware she may be blind]

Her: What’s your secret?

Me: Well. . .

Her: It’s genetics, isn’t it?

Me: I was going to say years of smoking and drinking, bad sleep and reading late at night?

Her: Genetics.

Me: But also sunscreen, daily, since I was your age. Also blue-green algae.

Her: Blue-green algae? [pulls out blackberry] I’m writing this down. My mother would kill me if she knew but I’ve already started getting botox.

Me: . . .

Her: It’s preventative. Here, along my forehead. See? I can’t furrow my brow.

Me: Wow. I’ve not yet seriously thought about botox.

Her: I’m obsessed. I just have to watch it, though, that I don’t go after every little thing. I kind of want to turn my face into a mask that never moves.

Me: . . .that would be bad.

Her: Yeah. What kind of blue-green algae?

1 Comment

  1. Is botox a kind of ‘gateway procedure’ in the same way the un-named they talk about ‘gateway drugs?’ Sometimes I wonder if we’re moving in cycles — like music and fashion, what’s retro comes back into vogue — or if we’re pursuing an ever-narrowing beauty ideal where wasp-waisted shiny tight people contest for the right to refuse that last cracker …

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