On Modern Beauty

It has become apparent over the course of my career that younger actresses will always be given preferential treatment. Understandable, given the nature and quality of men, the greedy hogs that one finds behind the desks of Hollywood in particular. When my youth began to escape, it is no surprise that the press and public turned their backs to me. I cannot say that I blame them, but they will see the the error of their ways.

Youth and beauty are transient, yes. But I ask, are they not obtainable again? If one could put on beauty as simply as one puts on makeup or carves their face to shreds with surgeries and implantations, would we fade away? I don’t believe so. The timeless talents of the silver screen would continue to be the vibrant, glistening gems of a new film era.

When you compare today’s pathetic teen idols to yesterday’s stars, one is but a spec of dust, lost in the majesty and radiance of true glamour. Where did the sense of style go? Where is the respect and reverence for the craft? The days of the Hollywood royalty I worked with are gone. In their place is a new breed of celebrities parading their many faults on stage. Their audience just as eager to see them crumble and fall as to adore them.