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One day, 40-something Stephanie Dolgoff realized that she had become a “Formerly,” her term for a woman who is not old, but not quite young, either. In her book “My Formerly Hot Life,” Dolgoff shares funny anecdotes about transitioning “to the other side.” An excerpt.
There were certainly signs that something momentous was taking place, but initially, I saw each as an isolated incident:
• Beginning a couple of years ago, salespeople in trendy boutiques, who used to swirl around me like bees over a puddle of orange soda, could no longer be bothered. Evidently they saw me as someone who wouldn’t (or plain shouldn’t) buy their skinny jeans, spiky heels or strappy little camis that are ideally worn without a bra.
• Friends arriving in New York City asked me — a lifetime Gotham denizen and supposedly glamorous member of the fashion and lifestyle media — which were the cool places to hang out. I couldn’t think of one that hadn’t been shuttered during the first 90210 era or that wasn’t now a Starbucks.
• I began to have to wear makeup, or at least a decent tinted moisturizer, to get that same “I’m not wearing makeup” look that I used to get by, well, not wearing makeup.• One time, in a Pilates class, the instructor had us lying on our backs, pressing our shoulders into the mat. She then told us to raise our arms straight up, at a 90-degree angle from the floor, and then reach to the sky, lifting just our shoulders. We all did: The bones of my shoulders followed my arms vertically a full four inches toward the ceiling. But the flesh surrounding my shoulder bones remained splooged out on the mat. My skin and the thin layer of adipose tissue that normally traveled with my bones and muscles had clearly decided that Pilates was for losers.
One day, 40-something Stephanie Dolgoff realized that she had become a “Formerly,” her term for a woman who is not old, but not quite young, either. In her book “My Formerly Hot Life,” Dolgoff shares funny anecdotes about transitioning “to the other side.” An excerpt.
There were certainly signs that something momentous was taking place, but initially, I saw each as an isolated incident:
• Beginning a couple of years ago, salespeople in trendy boutiques, who used to swirl around me like bees over a puddle of orange soda, could no longer be bothered. Evidently they saw me as someone who wouldn’t (or plain shouldn’t) buy their skinny jeans, spiky heels or strappy little camis that are ideally worn without a bra.
• Friends arriving in New York City asked me — a lifetime Gotham denizen and supposedly glamorous member of the fashion and lifestyle media — which were the cool places to hang out. I couldn’t think of one that hadn’t been shuttered during the first 90210 era or that wasn’t now a Starbucks.
• I began to have to wear makeup, or at least a decent tinted moisturizer, to get that same “I’m not wearing makeup” look that I used to get by, well, not wearing makeup.• One time, in a Pilates class, the instructor had us lying on our backs, pressing our shoulders into the mat. She then told us to raise our arms straight up, at a 90-degree angle from the floor, and then reach to the sky, lifting just our shoulders. We all did: The bones of my shoulders followed my arms vertically a full four inches toward the ceiling. But the flesh surrounding my shoulder bones remained splooged out on the mat. My skin and the thin layer of adipose tissue that normally traveled with my bones and muscles had clearly decided that Pilates was for losers.
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