TURNING 60 (and the struggle to maintain elegance – IMPLEMENTATION

After my exhaustive and painstaking review of the basics of modeling as I remembered them, I felt adequately prepared to resume my passion to model once again. However, I had a suspicion that, as with many things over the past decades, there probably were some changes to how things were done that I needed to consider. After all, one cannot just buy Cheerios without the advice of a nutritionist or light bulbs without a degree in electrical engineering anymore because of the introduction of so many varieties of these very simple products. So, not forgetting the tenet of adaptability I expounded in an earlier blog, I thought it wise to do a reality check to ensure that I was at least in the same century if not the same decade as today’s models. Thank goodness I did because lo and behold I discovered this foreign concept called social media.

I am 60. I am completely different in shape and look than I was several decades ago. So people ask me if we are Facebook friends. What? Do I have a Twitter account? Is this an animal rights website for endangered bird species? How many followers do you have on Instagram? Now stalkers have their own app? That confidence I expounded upon earlier is now shaken. Am I the proverbial dinosaur in a field of tech-savvy racehorses? Maybe this career relaunch will not be as easy as I thought.

With a tad more research I have developed a rudimentary familiarity with Facebook and Instagram but am oblivious to Snapchat, LinkedIn, Twitter and the plethora of other platforms that have sprouted like crabgrass. I believe I abhor social media. I was raised that it was conceited to endlessly praise yourself publicly. The language is different, almost unrecognizable jargon. There is Urban Dictionary, smiley things called emoji’s and spell-check. Can you imagine the Declaration of Independence if it were written on social media? We would most likely still be part of the British Empire because nobody would have understood it although they would have all gotten a good laugh at the King’s emoji. And spell-check. Another tool to further erode young people’s appreciation of the English language and perpetuate the lack of success in spelling bees. Not to mention you have to check the spell check so as not to hit send unintentionally offending someone by sending the “corrected” message. Try typing the noun “duck” and see what spell check substitutes!

I do not get it. How on earth am I supposed to live my real life and constantly post pictures of myself always looking glamorous and elegant morning, noon and night? I do not know about other women, but when I wake up in the morning it’s pretty scary. It does not get much better even after I have my cup of coffee. My day starts with training (I said my shape was different, not out of shape and its damned hard work at my age to keep that). I have a ponytail and I do not go to my Pilates reformer, my weight training or ballet classes with makeup on. My hair is in a ponytail, and I go to sweat. I do brush my teeth and hair (hopefully with different brushes), wash my face, apply morning skincare products and (especially sunscreen). My mornings ARE NOT picture perfect.

So now I have to amend my plan of resurrection and figure out:

  • 1. How do they do it?
  • 2. How do I learn the basics of social media?
  • 3. How do I learn which social media platforms to use?

Please fashion gods help this dinosaur adept enough to run with the racehorses!  


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