When I was young and Jewish and Italian (as opposed to old and Jewish and Italian), and looked like a cross between Cher and Barbara Streisand, I just wanted to look like Christie Brinkley. She has that kind of face that makes you think the sun just came out from behind a cloud. Ohhhhh, that perfect upturned nose, those twinkly blue eyes (I have always been obsessed with blue eyes), that thick blonde hair, a smile made of a million Mr.-Clean-white teeth. Forget her impossibly perfect athletic and beautiful body, I just wanted her face. I couldn’t have looked less like her, unless I was a guy.
She’s still looking ridiculously good at 59. Yeah, I’m sure she’s had as much work done as New Orleans after Katrina, but still, it’s good work. She doesn’t look freaky, she just looks great. Anyway, she just came out with a line of wigs and clip on hair pieces that she says she wears to make her look younger. The only way clip-on hair could make me look younger is if wore it to cover my face.
Anyway, you go Christie. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. You still make me want to look like you, even now.
*the gratitude-a-thon 