City Paper is not for tourists
I’ve been battling a nasty cold for the last several days and during that time I’ve done a little TV-watching. (I’m not an anti-tube snob, I just usually avoid it entirely in order to prevent any time-destroying Law & Order jags.) I don’t know if it’s me getting older, but the women in ads for anti-aging magical potions sure seem to be getting younger. I started to wonder if I, still sub-30 for a few more moments, was within the target audience for wrinkle-diminishing serums and tightening creams. If so, would my peers fall for it? Recently, a friend who’s four years younger than me confessed that some of her friends already swear by several serums and creams meant for their mothers. I can’t believe they actually think it will stave off the inevitable. Can it? Joking! I can’t imagine how all the peels and acids would help preserve young skin in the long run. When I was a toddler, I stayed during the day with an Egyptian woman and her children. After wash-ups the mom would dab our cheeks with plain old Vaseline. I don’t think you need to get much more complex than that.