Christie Brinkley No Longer Cares

Christie Brinkley no longer cares what people think about her looks. As evidenced by her ceaseless amounts of plastic surgery and eleven hours with teams of dry wall spacklers preparing for public events. Or fucking John Mellencamp. 

When I turned 50 .?.?. I felt like I had a license to say, ‘Cut me some slack. It doesn’t really matter.’ Now, at 62, I just really want to be healthy. I want to feel good. I want to just not be so self-conscious .?.?. like if my legs are a little flabbier or my upper arms dangle a little bit .?.?. I’m doing the best I can.

People reflexively applaud older celebrities who make such daring statements, without even an ironic nod to how much botulinum toxin they’re shooting sub-dermal before breakfast. Where’s the nobility in surrender? We’ve come to adore the fake you. Nobody’s standing in line for diet doughnuts. We want supermodels hyper concerned with plastic fake sex appeal. The lady making French Dips in the truck can have bra flab. Do you feel great about yourself? I don’t care. Can I tug one out to you until 75? Now you’re thinking like a citizen of the world.

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