Lemon County: Hey, Good Looking...

Cute, Real Cute...

Now remember, I'm from the island that equates dental hygiene with vanity. A place where, if you told people you were an orthodontist, they would reply, "oh that's nice dear, we like birds too."

Imagine my culture shock upon landing on the alien planet known as Lemon County, where, let's face it, pretty much everyone, is gorgeous. Both the young girls and boys are so good looking, the parents take them to the aforementioned orthodontist to ugly them up, so they won't be interested in each other until after middle school.

Somehow, my funny accent masked my natural unattractiveness, long enough for me to snag a female Lemon County beauty for myself. (Greatest achievement to date.) But, the first thing I got to do here, was to get my teeth fixed by a real dentist. This stoic man did not recoil in horror at what was left of my teeth, but patiently explained about crowns, and dental hygienists, and, my least favorite thing, root cleaning.

After purchasing a home in Washington State for him, I can now blend in, at least dentally, with the natives. And yes, when I go back to England, the mouths of “my” people horrify me.

Here's the strange thing though. All this actual drop-dead gorgeousness all around, and yet no one thinks it's good enough. Plastic surgery adjusts the bits that gyms, trainers, and diets can't reach, and it still is not enough. It seems so sad to me that no one seems to be enjoying his, or her, gorgeousness. Go to a former eastern block country, people, you will look like Gods in comparison!

I think there is a lesson to be learned from the Brits here. Stop worrying about the details. My own beauty constantly bemoans the fact that she is aging. She reports lines and sags that I simply don't see. True, aging also, very conveniently I think, messes with our eyesight, but she would be worshiped for her beauty in 90% of the rest of the world.

And age happens. Joanna Lumley is a grandmother, and yes, still hot.

And the thing about your bits succumbing to gravity, get over it. It is our imperfections that let others in. I'm a long way from poster child, and would be described as the friend with the nice personality, but I'm not too sure I care. I can make people laugh, for one thing. And I've discovered, over time, that I'm not a leg man, or a butt or breast man, though attractive attributes of the former kind certainly lift my mood, I've figured out that the best thing, the most attractive thing about a person, is their smile.

Now, to smile means earning a wrinkle or two over time, but the beauty in the smile does not diminish with age.

Who'd have thought it? I'm a beautician...

So, am I advocating that no one bothers trying to be as attractive as possible? Certainly not. My point is that, somewhere between the spin classes, the yoga session, the nail salon, the hair salon and the Pilates, take five to feel good. French women seem to have this down. Chin sagging? get creative with an Hermes scarf, for example, then discretely check yourself out, and smile.

And that’s very different from waiting for someone else to tell you that you look good.

Just be mindful of the juniors around you.

Body image issues are a nightmare for the junior inhabitants of Lemon County. The standard is perfection, as determined by the movies and magazines, but minus the benefits of soft lenses and Photoshop.

Part of the problem is that many of the “adults” do not want to move on. They remain firmly fixed in their teens for decades, leaving little room for the Teens to move into. Old Guys, despite the exhortations of the T-shirts, do not rule. Well they do, but they shouldn’t.

It’s very difficult to be a counter culture when the guys you are supposed to be rebelling against, are busy shouting, “just ten more minutes, OK?” and still trying to catch the perfect wave.

Young women have equally as challenging a time. Technically, and biologically, your Mom is supposed to look older than you. It has to be a real downer, when you look exactly like your Mom, except that you have zits. Once upon time, girls would “borrow” their Mom’s clothes to look more mature. Now, the poor teen has to guard her closet with her life, due to the regular Mommy raids.

I am, of course, happy that fifty is the “new” thirty, in that it somehow benefits me, but the same math makes college grads, toddlers, and young men and women under twenty, not exist at all.

No matter how good looking they are…


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sueroy333 6 years ago from Indiana

I have a mirror in my attic. Dick Clark loaned it to me a few years back. As you can tell by watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve, I have NOT given it back. Poor Mr. Clark.


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ChrisLincoln 6 years ago from Orange (or Lemon...) County, California Author

sueroy333,

No you don't. Ryan Seacrest has it. You probably just look your mental age. I'm about a nine year old trapped in a forty-twelve body...

Chris


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sueroy333 6 years ago from Indiana

You're right, Seacrest stole it last year. I was hoping no one would get wind, but you've let the cat out of the bag.

My mental age is 11, it's true. Since you know everything, and you admit to being mentally 9, you can come to my treehouse. I have an "I'm supposed to be an adult, but shhhhh, I'm really not even a teenager yet" club. We won't let anyone in who doesn't know what forty-twelve means. :)


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ChrisLincoln 6 years ago from Orange (or Lemon...) County, California Author

Oh, so now you're older than me. Typical bossy-boots girl. Well you probably have cooties, and in my club girls arent allowed, only imaginary tigers and such.

Are there still Indians in Indiana?


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sueroy333 6 years ago from Indiana

I am appalled at the discrimination, but laughing pretty hard.

Mostly I'm laughing because Indiana DOES still have Indians and I DO have cooties.

I wouldn't join your club, anyway, because I'm afraid of and such-es. If you've never come up against them, you wouldn't understand, but the and such is a fierce and gruesome opponent. I wish you luck in your club. If you need cooties to chase away the and such-es, I will be glad to mail you some.


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ChrisLincoln 6 years ago from Orange (or Lemon...) County, California Author

sueroy333,

You realize that if we ever met, we would be thrown out of wherever we were within twenty minutes! I love your sense of humor!

Never saw the 'and such' coming...

And sorry about the discrimination thing. My Mom says I have to say sorry and not stick my tounge out at you again and invite you to my party where there will be cake and jelly and fizzy pop and we all have to play nice, even if she is not in the room, and there is to be no peeking at the presents even if you really, really, want to. Oh, and no hitting Wiliam even if he is an idiot.

(Can't wait for a new hubber to read these comments and wonder "What the...")

Chris


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sueroy333 6 years ago from Indiana

I love it! I'll be at your party, you can thank your mom for me. Although, she'll probably regret making you invite me since I have a straw and a stash of spit wads ready to go with William's name on them.

I don't dislike William because he's an idiot, I dislike him because he's an arrogant idiot. Idiots I can live with. Lord knows my husband does.

True about the new hubber. I know....

NEW HUBBER THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT IS FOR YOU:

If you are new to this hub please leave your mailing address and I will send you your own stash of spit wads so you don't feel left out.


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ChrisLincoln 6 years ago from Orange (or Lemon...) County, California Author

sueroy333,

I think we are pretty safe, I have a few hubfriends who leave wonderful messages, and every single one of them would totally get this...

My beloved has a strange glazed-over-with-a-wry-smile look when I get into my groove - does your hubby have a similar, "look how longsuffering I am" face?

Hey, its waaaay better than boring

Chris


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sueroy333 6 years ago from Indiana

Yes, the glazed, "I'm glad someone thinks you're funny" look.

My husband is a former musician. I think he's getting me back for bringing books to read at his gigs. :O)


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Kim Lynn 6 years ago

New Hubber-Don't like spit wads. I prefer squirt guns. Great hub. Thanks


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ChrisLincoln 6 years ago from Orange (or Lemon...) County, California Author

Kim,

Welcome. As you can see from the above hubversation, finding people of like minds (and wicked sense of humor) is perhaps the best part of being on this site. Thanks for reading, hope I can continue to tickle your funnybone,

Chris

(Check Sue's hubs out too - she is a crack up!)

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