I shared a burger recently with B, a very smart woman and non-practicing MD, who manifests her business skills in the aesthetic field. We talked about her difficulties treading the fine line between promoting the idea of recapturing youthfulness—known in the beauty market as “anti-aging”—and acknowledging the perilousness of that notion. I suggested the problem is that rejecting “anti-aging” isn’t enough; we’ve yet to come up with a replacement that has the same power and stickiness of “anti-aging.”
Which led us to a question: What are we aiming for instead? My friend and I both immediately thought of good health and wellness, which is already becoming a huge market, especially among the generations of us who are entering menopause, in it, or mercifully through it.
But wellness doesn’t have the same urgency as anti-aging. Of course you want to be well—but you can be well until you’re dead. If you’re anti-aging, on the other hand, death is receding—constantly receding!—out of the picture. Wouldn’t you rather buy that?
Of course you would. But we’re animals, we’re organic, and let’s face it, we…decay.
Happy holidays! 😁
What there is is the gift of acceptance, which means becoming aligned with what’s so (being organic, degrading) but learning how to slow it down by avoiding things that accelerate decay (sun exposure and smoking, for example)—and by taking advantage of things that can decelerate it, or at least appear to (nutrition, exercise, and certain aesthetic treatments). Heard of the slow food movement? How about a slow beauty movement?
Two glasses of Malbec in, B and I began trying to figure out what makes a woman feel beautiful. It can be many things, we acknowledged, but there are a few components that cut across all variables: presence (or engagement), self-awareness, generosity, openness. I then wondered if all of these might manifest physiologically, maybe in a similar way that, say, arousal does (but I haven’t found any studies demonstrating that). Walking home after dinner, I thought about when I feel most beautiful. I realized (maybe for the first time!) it’s never when I’m presenting myself at my most “attractive” at an event or a party. It’s when I feel connection, awe, an appreciation for the ocean of mystery we all tread in.
A friend tells the story of a little boy raised in the suburbs, who, peering out the window at New York City for the first time from the back seat of the family car said, “What the hell?” That’s how I often feel about everything. Clouds: What the hell? A book and how it gets from the author’s idea to the object in my hand or the voice in my ear: What the hell? Animals: What the hell? You get the idea. Often, all of it feels like magic, and our appreciation of it most magical of all. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than the way engagement—completely age-neutral—looks on a person.
Years ago at O, The Oprah Magazine, I wrote: “Real beauty isn’t about symmetry, or weight, or makeup. Real beauty is about looking life right in the face and seeing all its magnificence reflected in your own.”
Let’s party.
Whoa, you there, cowering in a corner. Does a party strike dread into your heart, as it sometimes does mine? Or maybe you love party season and feel as deflated as last year’s balloons because everyone has either Covid, or the flu, or RSV—and you’re sorely missing the RSVPs. Are you an office party freak who mourns that budget cuts have sliced into your once-a-year opportunity to tie one on with your boss? Val is here to lift your spirits (and maybe empty your wallet) with a grab bag of suggestions for the perfect one-person party. By the end of the night, you’ll be telling yourself what a terrific time you had, praising your hostess about the lovely company, and maybe even sending yourself an elegant bouquet as a thank you.
Celebration for One
Welcome! Thrilled I could make it! So glad to see me!
Oh, still in the tub? No problem. I’ve been immersed in the closest thing to Japanese forest bathing with this cedar-scented gift set.
I’m ready to slip into a pair of silky (not silk) pajamas and, if I feel like cracking the window, a cuddly robe. I do love a fancy slipper (and a fancy cozy slipper). But since it’s just us, these plushy ones will keep the toes toasty.
You have a comfy sofa or chair, right? Don’t party in your bed if you can avoid it; you’ll want somewhere to go when party time ends. (And you can make your bed exceptionally inviting with these reasonably priced, luxurious-feeling percale sheets.) This couch looks remarkably comfortable! Maybe put it on next year’s holiday list. Till then, wrap yourself in a luxurious mohair blanket and stuff a pillow or two behind your back.
A scented candle—like this smokey, leathery one or this light, summery one—heightens any solo party atmosphere; these two are equally transporting.
Before breaking out the popcorn—don’t forget the salt!—and popping the Champagne (or this tasty Prosecco), you’ll want to tend to the corporeal delights your hostess has in store. For a whipped body butter that quenches the thirstiest skin, slap on some of this deliciousness (an all-time favorite of mine). Does a hint of fragrance tickle your fancy? Douse your shoulders in a delicately scented lotion. Don’t you smell divine!
A face mask? No thanks. But if my hostess insisted, I would do this one in a flash. The last time I tried it, my skin emerged rosy and soft. I’d pamper my feet (without any prompting) with a luscious honey heel glaze before slipping on a pair of these festive socks.
It’s movie time, where old ladies save the day! A round of applause for Julia, and Julia, and always Agatha. In the mood for a documentary? Jane does the trick, and so does Jane.
Look at the hour! I’m starting to fade. Before I leave, don’t forget my party favor. Thank you for everything. I’m so happy I could be here. xo
HNTFUYF, a Payola-Free Zone
Readers, a few of you have asked if I get a cut from sales when I mention a beauty product. I do not. I only mention products I’d like to buy myself, and therefore think you might like, too. I share this so you know my recommendations are offered without obligation.
Book Club News: A compelling new read!
Though I’ve been a latecomer to audiobooks, once I discovered them I couldn’t get enough. I borrow them from the public library, but as I’ve mentioned before, sometimes the library snatches them back before I can finish. So I'm happy to share I'm partnering with Chirp to organize an audiobook club of biographies and memoirs called “Unfiltered Women.” Two things: It’s free to subscribe and Chirp offers great deals. Plus, you obviously get to keep the book to listen to at your leisure.
Every other month I’ll announce a new book club pick we’ll listen to together. You’ll have a chance to share your thoughts on the book a few weeks later and hear what other readers thought, too. My fourth pick is the devastating Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body, by writer and commentator Roxane Gay. Her story is one of extremes: of extreme weight; of extreme sexual violence; of other people’s extreme repudiation and contempt. And yet, because her narration is consciously controlled, analytic, and wise, Gay comes across as a person who—in spite of (or because of) her traumas and her position far outside the grid of social norms—is supremely gifted at accomplishing what’s required for her to not only survive, but also to thrive. In that way, her story feels like a triumph.
To get started, go to chirpbooks.com/val and press FOLLOW to join my club. (Again, it’s free and there is NO commitment.) There, for a limited time, you can buy Hunger for only $4.99 (normally $18.99), including a 50% discount with code VAL50 if it's your first Chirp purchase. [Note that I receive payments for books purchased on Chirp.]
Val Asks You
Don’t be shy! What’s your most vexing or intractable appearance issue? Send your beauty-related questions to valeriemonroe@substack.com. If I don’t have a good answer, I’ll find someone who does.
I’m delighted whenever I see your newsletter pop up in my inbox. No exception today. The word that came to mind for me in the ‘anti-aging’ conundrum is vibrancy. When I’m engaged, open, expansive (not contacting), I’m sure there’s a glow to my skin and spring in my step; a light in my 66-yr old eyes not there when I’m feeling the opposite. I’m sure I feel that spark and I’ll bet whoever I’m with can see and is probably attracted by it. In Erikson’s stages of development it’s termed Generativity vs. Stagnation, but I think ‘vibrancy’ is the better term in the health & wellness/beauty industry 😊
Ah yes, the seductive marketing of “anti-aging”! I think the goal of most of us who have questioned this marketing as you and your friend did in conversation, it’s really simply to age gracefully and with confidence. In fact, embracing the knowledge, which often feels like the best kept secret, that there is so much about our years over 50 that feels incredibly beautiful and empowering. I wonder, why is it not enough to simply use the phrase “beauty enhancing”?
Beauty enhancing is better than anti-aging as I certainly have felt more beautiful with time and age. Maybe not as catchy- but that’s only because we haven’t claimed it yet. I mean, only 30 years ago smoking was still seen as glamorous. So things CAN change!