Part 5 of 5
I’ll say what I have to say at the end, but I should note that today’s entry is a little special, as it marks the presentation of the oldest gal on the list. In fact, she’s the first one up…
Lea Thompson – ’61
We all know what we know her from, even if it’s Howard the Duck, but it’s a shame her career didn’t continue on with the same steam it had in the beginning. And yeah, she’s apparently the oldest one here – but you could’ve fooled me.
Shania Twain – ’65
I remember when Blockbuster started playing music videos on the TV’s in the store, and eventually one of hers showed up. My personal productivity usually ground to a halt every time it played.
Amber Valletta – ’74
I’m not a fan of Will Smith’s movies, but whenever I come across Hitch on cable, I’m very okay putting the remote down and watching – just for her.
Naomi Watts – ’68
All of that… plus, she’s talented. Plus, she’s married to Liev Schreiber. Plus, they now have a kid. Plus, I like kids and Liev Schreiber. Plus, they might even have a dog! Plus, I like dogs, too!
Rachel Weisz – ’70
She looks like a million bucks, but I love listening to her voice. Also, of all names associated with the always-mad casting rumors surrounding the next Batman movie, I’d be the most interested in her version of Catwoman.
Reese Witherspoon – ’76
Reese will probably be the girl-next-door until she’s 94. Even then, when her teeth are half gone, I have a hard time imagining her smile not lighting up an entire room. Haha, sorry… that was a heck of a mental image to end things on, so look back up at her picture again to cleanse your palette.
So, that’s it… a month of gals older than myself – some by a little, some by a lot. During the run of this series, I’ve continually brought up points and logical reasoning as to why age does not define beauty, but that wasn’t my ultimate point. I hinted at the REAL point last week. Did you catch it? If you did, who the heck ARE you that you’re studying and analyzing my posts so deeply?
When I posted the pictures of Carrie Fisher, the hover-text mentioned that I still loved her work. Actually, I said that I still love her. The paragraph preceding it asked the question of nostalgia affecting attraction… but none of it really matters, and that’s why I even started this series. I don’t know these women, I’m merely admiring them from afar. Everything I said on the topic of physical attraction not being defined by age is certainly what I believe to be true, and I hope I made that point clearly… but that’s not the whole story, because admiration without actual love is vain.
Regardless of how many hundreds, or thousands, or millions of people talk about how great someone looks, or how hot that actor is, or anything else… when you find someone who LOVES you, they’ll love you. So, in that way, the idea of nostalgia affecting attraction is true – because when you’re with someone, and you love them, as you spend more and more time together, the stronger that bond becomes. The opening of Up isn’t one of the most beautiful and heartbreaking things committed to film because it’s about two hot people who many others admire – it is so because it’s about a lifetime of a couple loving each other. And if you have to change how you dress, how you style your hair, or physically alter your body (permanently OR otherwise) for someone – that’s not love. Even as you both get old, wrinkly, fat, hairy, bald, gimpy, blind, deaf, and any other thing that comes with old age… that other person, if what you two share is love, will think you’re the most beautiful person around. And I couldn’t imagine anyone else’s opinion really mattering very much by that point.
This was for you.