However, your magazine has digressed from what you originally said the content would be. I stopped getting it for awhile because I was too busy to read it. I signed back up and have tried to overlook the continuous stream of "great" looking 40 somethings and older.
Today was the last straw. I was flipping through the March issue and was "slapped" in the face by the article entitled "This is What 47 Looks Like." Really? The woman being interviewed looks great for her age, but then again so do I. I am 49 and look 39 by the grace of God. I am also a size 4. My outrage is not that I am "jealous"; it is because "she" is not what 47 looks like anymore than I am what 49 looks like. She is what she looks like at 47, which is great, but there are lots of other women out there who don't look like that. You stigmatize them by saying that this woman is how they should look.
People today have enough body image problems without you adding to their neurosis by showing them pictures (that have been photoshopped no less) and saying in essence, you should look like this.
Shame on you for being so insensitive. For a magazine that was supposed to be about us "older" women embracing who and how we are you are sadly missing the mark.
--Cyndi E Carpluk
Julianne Moore does look beautiful on the cover and in the photo spread of your March issue. However…
If she’s owning up to secret “flaws,” it seems you might have left some freckles on her face, along with a few wrinkles, which she appears to have in other photos and in the movies.
It’s sad when a magazine that’s supposed to be about women feeling good about themselves as they grow older Photoshops wrinkles off the pictures and is filled with ads for wrinkle creams, Botox, Juviderm and other anti-aging products, along with articles tell us how to choose the most effective ones. We all want to look our best, but it seems the message of your magazine is that the only “best” is an unnaturally wrinkle-free skin.
I do enjoy the exercise, fashion and career articles, but I find myself feeling worse after reading your magazine.
First you must be aware of the year my story took place. It was 1958-1959.
I had been a cheerleader since 10th grade and in those days it was an honor to be a cheerleader for the "boys" football and basketball teams. Unlike today when most girls frown upon it.
At the end of my junior year of high school I was diagnosed with a herniated disc in my back. I spent most of the summer, first in traction and then in a full body cast, before I was told surgery would be necessary. This operation made it impossible for me to be a cheerleader my last year of high school.
Up to this point our school's color guard was made up of four boys. I wanted so badly to participate in something, so I got the idea of being part of the color guard. I persuaded three of my girlfriends to go with me to present the request to the (male) high school principal for the opportunity to become the "first" female color guard.
We were granted that request and became our school's "first" females to lead the parades as color guards for the class of 1959. We even ask to wear (instead of the long trousers the boys wore) if we could wear the same short skirts that the majorettes wore. We were granted that permission. Later we discovered this was much to the dismay of the majorettes.
The four of us paved the way for all of the girls to follow and I am proud that I didn't give up but spoke up for women even before the days when it became acceptable to do so.
--Joyce Freeman, Lititz, PA