There used to be a TV show called Dexter and in one of the later seasons, an older actress named Charlotte Rampling was featured. She wasn’t hired for her youthful beauty but I’m old enough to remember when she was indeed regarded as a beauty. A young and desirable woman. I said as much to a younger friend of mine and she couldn’t really believe it until I showed her a picture of a young Charlotte Rampling.
I don’t know how many pictures of me exist. Maybe fifty. Maybe a hundred. But sometimes I think that one of the good things that might come of this era where everyone has a camera with them at all times is that twenty or thirty years from now, younger people will comprehend that we were all mostly skinny at one time and we were all mostly beautiful for a while.
And when the hair turns grey and the belts get bigger, in our minds, we’re still all mostly skinny and we’re still all mostly beautiful.
And the heavy guy on the bus, or the older lady with the walker at the mall, there’s a reasonable chance they used to be better looking than any of us.
