Celebrating International Women's Day - and wrinkles

OK, people – shameful confession time.

I DON’T MOISTURISE.

I’ll say it again in case some people can’t believe their own eyes.

I DON’T MOISTURISE.

And yes, I know this is THE crime of the 21st century. By not forking out significant amounts of cash for tiny tubs of oily water – or watery oil, depending on the brand – I am defying all the customs and laws laid down for women of the 21st century which state – firmly and categorically:

Thou shalt not age.

Thou shalt part with enormously inflated sums of hard-earned cash to ensure this never happens.

Thou shalt flock to the shops to buy the latest overpriced, underachieving chemical laden sludge so thou canst –

Banish wrinkles and look younger instantly!

Thou shalt restore a healthy bloom to thy complexion and looking at the state of you thou hadst better get a move on!

And so on and so forth.

Because, for women, ageing is bad, bad, BAD. Never mind that it happens to everyone. Never mind there’s not a lot you can do about it – using our products will restore elasticity and promote healthy scale regrowth – no sorry, that’s Lady Sybil and her dragons in Terry Pratchett’s Guards! Guards! Ignore that last bit.

What is so shameful about growing old? I was once asked to give a talk about Writing a Book – at 60! The implication being, of course, that at that age one barely has enough strength to lift a pen – let alone enough brain cells left to know what to do with it. As I said at the time – writing the book took a lot of time and effort while getting to 60 took none at all. In fact, 60 turned up all by itself. I didn’t have to do anything.

And yes, I do have a few pots of youth-inducing moisturiser on my dressing table. Many of them are old friends because I do, on occasion, succumb to marketing, treat myself, slather it on as per the instructions and wait, breathlessly, for the miraculous improvement.

Nothing ever happens.

Moisturiser or no moisturiser, I still have baggy eyes, crow’s feet, severe nose to mouth lines and a massive double chin and nothing is ever going to change that. My face is the map of my life – and yes, you can see there have been a few car-crashes along the way, but nothing’s ever going to change that and I’m not sure I want to eradicate the story of my life.

I wonder if this isn’t society having another go at women. Yes, we have the vote. Yes, we now wear practical and comfortable clothes – mostly. Yes, we overcame the stigma of abandoning our young to the harsh forces of this world so we could return to work. We were quietly overcoming every obstacle placed before us and then – genius!

‘I know,’ said Society. ‘We’ll get them worrying about their age. Because everyone knows women should always look young and lovely. It’s their duty to be beautiful. There’s even a song about it. They’ll go spare trying to reverse the irreversible and we’ll make a stack of cash into the bargain. Quick – someone dream up the 7 signs of ageing so we can start the marketing campaign.’

The more astute among you may have realise I’ve spent too long staring at myself in the mirror this morning. Normally, it’s a quick stagger into the bathroom, clean teeth with eyes averted, stare at hair in dismay and straight into the shower. This morning, for some reason, I felt the need to linger and as you can see, it hasn’t ended well.

I’ll get over it, of course. A mug of tea – there’s half a bar of Galaxy in the fridge and I rather think I’ve a pack of cheese flavoured breakfast muffins somewhere. I’ll be fine. I might even sweep the contents of my dressing table into a black plastic bag and throw it all out. If only on the grounds of hygiene, because I’ve had some of it quite a long time.

Yes. I’ll do that. But tea first. Happy International Womens Day  everyone. 


13 comments


  • Alice

    Thank you for the reminder to look properly at our world and see the reality rather than be dazzled by ad men’s glitter. Like you, my forays into the “beauty” world are sporadic and mostly pointless. I’ve come to the conclusion that Pam Ayres’ “I wish I’d looked after my teeth” & “Class of ’99” aka Everybody’s Free by Mary Schmich, put to music by Baz Luhrman, are the two most important bits of advice ever given in this field.


  • Donna Jones

    Thank you for affirming everything I’ve always believed, in spite of hype that tells me that I’m not worthy if I
    don’t look young. Every wrinkle has a story. Every white hair has a microscopic signature from my husband and daughter. I’ve earned, and lived through, all these events. Why would I deny any step in my journey?


  • Hilary Wade

    Agree with every word, at the age of 65, I know my looks aren’t going to improve, but I consider my wrinkles to be a sign of life well lived!!! BUT I do use moisturiser because of i don’t i itch. Only a cheap one t Hough .


  • Tenna Stafford

    Miss. Taylor, how can l say this? I think you are the most amazing individual l have ever had the pleasure to follow. Thank you for writing such wonderful books and inviting us into your life.


  • Lynne Hazell

    I have the obligatory pots on my dressing table too. Mostly from my brother’s girlfriend and she’s no great beauty! I end up chucking them away for the next lot to sit there gathering dust!
    I don’t moisture either! And horrors! I don’t use soap on my face either! Quick splash under a shower, wash hair – done!


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