The Incorrigible Night Owl

I’m just watching a t.v. show which features guest appearances by both Liza Minnelli and Delta Burke, the pair of whom are not only possessed of very unconvincing dye jobs but also who have been the recipients of very bad, very obvious face lifts. Liza’s face has been rendered darned near immobile while the corners of Delta’s mouth are yanked upward into the same perpetual Joker smirk from which Meg Ryan also suffers these days. I’m finding the whole thing very trainwreckesque; I’m horrified and yet I can’t stop looking. My overriding thought, though, however unoriginal, is, “Who on earth do they think they’re fooling?” Really, what do they see when they look in the mirror? Do they think they look like they did thirty years ago? Do they think people now believe them to be decades younger? Or are their intentions less broad than that? Perhaps they are not so much trying to fool everyone vis a vis their ages as simply get rid of wrinkles. After all, in Hollywood….hell, in our culture, period, wrinkles = bad. If that’s all they are trying to do I suppose you could say they’ve succeeded. They don’t have many wrinkles. Faces contorted into frightening rictus expressions, yes….but no wrinkles. So, congratulations on that, I guess.
As if this weren’t distracting enough, this episode also features a guest appearance by Rosie O’Donnell playing a character named Madeline which, I have to say, is, like, totally ruining the name for me. I’m now having visions of my Madalyn growing up to be a large, angry lesbian.
(I can deal with the large and lesbian parts; it’s the angry added to it that makes it unpleasant package.)