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Correction
In my PoetGuy post on Tuesday, talking about support-our-troops ribbons, I mentioned pink ones. I got up close to one of those pink ribbons at a stoplight today and I think I was mistaken. I think those are support-breast-cancer-research ribbons. I’m a little embarrassed by this error, because I’ve been wearing a little pink breast-cancer research pin during the properly designated time for years.
I also saw a magnetic car ribbon the other day — possibly a camouflage one — that said “Support Law Enforcement.”
How to differentiate one ribbon from another? This proliferation of ribbons, it seems to me, dilutes the message of any one ribbon. It just all becomes a part of the general background noise: “me too, me too.”
Puts me in mind of Maureen Dowd’s column in today’s NYTimes — all about how all the leading ladies at this year’s Oscars ceremonies just sort of morphed into one another:
In the future, there will be only one face. And if the Oscars are predictive, there will be only one body - big chest, skinny body - and one style. It was bizarre how actress after actress came out in the same mermaid silhouette: a strapless sheath with a trumpet-flared or ruffled skirt.
Where are the good old wardrobe malfunctions of Cher and Barbra?
In decades past, each top glamour girl aimed for a signature face and measurements, a trademark voice, a unique walk. You never saw Katharine Hepburn and Ava Gardner showing up in the same dress, or Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe looking like a pair of matching candles.
In some wacky, self-defeating conspiracy, stylists have joined forces with surgeons to homogenize today’s actresses so it’s hard to tell one from another; the Oscars had a safe, boring, generic look. Top female stars who have had a lot of work done start looking like one another on magazine covers, and being confused for one another at publicity events.
Chris Rock was right: star power is in short supply in a town where women would rather be conventional than individual. It’s the same problem Hollywood has making movies: too much cloning, not enough originality.
As Shakespeare wrote of the ultimate glamour girl, Cleopatra: “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.”
Women have become so fixated on not withering, they’ve forgotten that there are infinite ways to be beautiful
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