Is Jennifer Anniston Over the Hill?
Over the Hill?
John Derbyshire thinks Jennifer Anniston is just so over:
Did I buy, or browse, a copy of the November 17 GQ, in order to get a look at Jennifer Aniston’s bristols? No, I didn’t. While I have no doubt that Ms. Aniston is a paragon of charm, wit, and intelligence, she is also 36 years old. Even with the strenuous body-hardening exercise routines now compulsory for movie stars, at age 36 the forces of nature have won out over the view-worthiness of the unsupported female bust.
It is, in fact, a sad truth about human life that beyond our salad days, very few of us are interesting to look at in the buff. Added to that sadness is the very unfair truth that a woman’s salad days are shorter than a man’s — really, in this precise context, only from about 15 to 20. The Nautilus and the treadmill can add a half decade or so, but by 36 the bloom is definitely off the rose.
It’s all over after . . . age twenty, John??!!
Well, courtesy of Egotastic, you don’t have to buy or browse GQ, you can judge for yourself, at least as it relates to Jennifer. Since I’m not a guy, I can’t really say definitively of course, but hey, I’m just guessing John is in the minority here on the Anniston issue.
But that’s not really as interesting as John’s larger, more sweeping, point: five years, gals. Five years . . . that’s all we’ve got.
It’s all downhill (literally) after that.
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Hat tip: Wonkette.