The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.
My boyfriend thinks I lost my true calling to be a librarian.
I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.
Models are back to what they were in the '70s: clothes hangers.
Beauty, unlike the rest of the gifts handed out at birth, does not require dedication, patience and hard work to pay off. But it's also the only gift that does not keep on giving.
Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and "must have-once-been-beautiful" begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.