Amanda Peet has been one of my favorite actresses since I was a youngster myself, working at a local WB TV station. In the early 2000s, she had a show on the WB, Jack and Jill, and that’s when I first became aware of her. Though she’s had a successful and busy career, she’s kept a lower profile than a lot of stars, and consequently, I was surprised when she penned an essay for Lenny on the pressures of aging in Hollywood. Aging? In my mind she was still that young actress from Jack and Jill—but in reality, Peet is a 44-year-old mother of three who is feeling the pressure to look good, and look YOUNG, in Hollywood. And, she admits—she still CARES about what she looks like.
She has, however, decided to draw the line at fine lines, for a pretty great reason: she wants to send a positive message to her two daughters.
In the essay, Peet acknowledges her flirtations with anti-aging products and procedures, saying, “I’ve bleached my teeth, dyed my hair, peeled and lasered my face, and tried a slew of age-defying creams,” she wrote. “More than once, I’ve asked the director of photography on a show to soften my laugh lines. Nothing about this suggests I’m aging gracefully.”
But, she says, that’s as far as she will go. To Peet, Botox and surgical procedures are off limits.
“I’m afraid one visit to a cosmetic dermatologist would be my gateway drug. I’d go in for a tiny, circumscribed lift and come out looking like a blowfish. Or someone whose face is permanently pressed up against a glass window. Or like I’m standing in the jet stream of a 747. What’s the point of doing it if everyone can tell? I want the thing that makes me look younger, not the thing that makes me look like I did the thing.”
Peet also says she’ll leave her “saggy boobs” as they are, and says she wants her daughters to be proud of her when they’re older, college-age feminists. “Letting my face age naturally will be my ace in the hole,” she says. “Proof that I didn’t pander to the male gaze.”
For what it’s worth, Amanda, I think you look fan-stinking-tastic! And I’m glad you’re letting age come to you naturally. After all, those wrinkles and fine lines you’re finding are proof that you LIVED, that you were given time on this earth with your husband and children, and that you did something more worthy with your life than getting botulism shot into your face.
I think this essay is a powerful word on body image for our daughters and I kinda love that Peet wrote it. What do YOU think about growing old gracefully? I love me some wrinkle creams, but I’ll stick with the face I have rather than let someone put plastic—or worse—in it.