Gah. If I read one more comment from an over-enthusiastic celebrity attributing her ageless beauty to drinking water, playing tennis or happiness, I am going to puke.
Enter Christie Brinkley. Last week, America’s girl next door turned 60, posed in a blue swimsuit for People magazine and shared with the world her beauty tips and secrets to looking young.
Her secrets to looking so youthful , wait for it… smiling and fresh air!
C’mon uptown girl, you can’t be serious. I’ve been smiling my entire life and love the great outdoors, yet in your photo we look of a similar vintage and you’re nearly twice my age.
If she answered truthfully we might’ve heard a response like this:
“I am genetically blessed.”
or
“I am in great shape but the photos have been heavily Photoshopped.”
or
“I have engaged in some cosmetic surgery.”
Instead we were given a fluffy answer and no acknowledgment of the hidden truths. If Christie truly wanted to celebrate her age, then she never would’ve allowed her images to be Photoshopped as heavily as they were.
But there is something that irks me more than Christie fabricating a fantasy about how much she loves her body now that she is 60. It is the bogus and phony pitch of pretending to celebrate one thing but really promoting another.