I don't know about you, but I'm tired of two things: Articles about aging women that shout about being "Fantastic at 40!, "Fabulous at 50!," Sensational at 60!" And articles about aging French women along similar lines. Several pieces have made recent headlines in the latter category, with familiar fare about how the older French woman ages gracefully thanks to her life-long beauty regime, her au-naturelle make-up routine, and her Royal Don't-Get-Fatness. Invariably, they all miss the point, which is more about how we Americans and the French view the aging process.
While older French women do, indeed, generally enjoy lives of accrued sensuality, we American women are often busy whipping ourselves into shape with a vengeance (or feeling guilty for not doing so). And that's because a wicked feel-good paradox sears its way through our culture. Take a look at any American magazine for women forty-plus. Celebrations of age usually come with a clarion call for emulating youth in all its age-defying Fantastic-at-Forty-Plus firmness. As we age-defy (which, let's face it, is just shorthand for age-deny), we can finally "Be Ourselves," because after all those decades we've earned it, right? We've finally figured out who we are. We can finally not give a damn, as long as we still look Absolutely Fabulous!
Never mind that it's tough to simultaneously "age-defy" and "be yourself." Huffing and puffing on the treadmill of eternal personal transformation is no picnic, and French women know it. The French are generally suspicious of our culture of constant self-transformation, which draws you into its undertow with the promise of a Totally New Improved Much Better You while its evil twin suggests that There Is Something Very Wrong With You. French women sense strains of joyless utilitarianism here that conspire not only against their in-bred bon vivantism, but that smacks of a certain Puritan self-denial gone awry. They're wary of all our aging fabulousness. They also know that cougars belong in the zoo.
No surprise, then, that French women aren't preoccupied with "fixing" themselves, which is not to say that they don't take care of themselves. Au contraire. We Americans are frequently in awe of how older French women cultivate themselves as sensual feminine creatures while they age. But these women understand that aging happily does not revolve around attaining a state of ageless perfection in gravity-defying leaps of cosmetic or personal reinvention; nor is it about withdrawing to a manless tundra where desire--even the pain of its diminished signal bleeping out in the dark of night--is denied. They're realistic about age and view it for what it is: an inescapable part of nature's grand plan; a personal destiny to which we're all tethered. Maybe that's because their beloved intellectuals (not to mention their mothers) have pounded a melange of fatalism and realism into their heads. (To read Simone de Beauvoir's "Second Sex," for starters, is to experience realism in excruciating candor.) This goes a long way in explaining why you'll never see a French woman wearing a t-shirt that says "Life begins at 70." Because it doesn't.
To me, this is the true secret behind the state of grace that so many older French women seem to enjoy. Of course it helps that France is a grown-up culture, not a youth culture, where 40 and 50 year olds are "players," too. Witness French cinema, where the love affairs of older women are a staple. Isabelle Huppert and Juliette Binoche are gracefully aging older French actresses we love to cite in this regard. (A few notable exceptions: Catherine Deneuve was raked over French coals for her radical face lift. Ditto for Isabelle Adjani.) Many lesser known (in the U.S.) well-seasoned older French actresses abound, among them the stellar Natalie Baye. What a big contrast to the junior varsity squad that dominates American cinema!
All this reminds me of what Edith Wharton once wrote: "The French woman is in nearly all respects, as different as possible from the average American woman. The French woman is more grown-up. Compared with the women of France the average American woman is still in kindergarten." Ouch. That's quite a jab. But let's be honest: Wharton was onto something, wasn't she? Don't French grown-ups seem like... grown-ups?
When I had my two kids in France, including a daughter, I discovered one other little "secret" about aging French women: If there's an enduring bias in France that women are beautiful when they've accrued a certain knowingness and authenticity, this bias is bred into them when they're girls. Here again our cultures drift apart like continental shelves. We American girls often grow up with a mandate to be liked and to BE like others. Being "popular" bears down hard on us, insinuating itself in the young heart and soul with a vengeance. Insecurities go from being little buds of girlhood confusion to tyrannical fruits that hang on the vine as we age.
In France, however, the cultural norms wired into the young French brain are exactly the opposite. If you're liked and LIKE everyone, something is not "right" about you. Sameness is suspect. There's not even a word or notion for "popularity" in France. This little seed of personal defiance, if you will, blooms as they age. No wonder French women often don't seem like they give a damn what we think of them. (News flash: they don't.)
The bottom line is that aging gracefully in France has little to do with hair, make-up, weight or Botox. If you don't have the time to read Wharton, here's a reflection from an older French woman quoted in a book by French social critic Elisabeth Weissman titled "Un âge nommé désir" (An Age Called Desire): "I want to live everything with the most density possible," she says. "My relationship to time is totally different. I am so conscious that life might escape me at any moment, that everything has become keener and more distilled... I tell myself: all this happiness still, but for how long? So I devour life."
To devour life. I'm reminded of yet another quote, this familiar one from our own Abraham Lincoln: "It's not the years in your life that count but the life in your years." Too bad we have to wait to be grown-ups to figure that one out.
Lynn Casteel Harper: Aging with Courage: The Beginning of a Living Faith
Lori Sokol: 'Swear' by It: Gaining Confidence With Age
Barbara Hannah Grufferman: To Gray or Not to Gray: Aging Gracefully in the Modern World
Further insult is added by the women who take down other women . . .it is a pernicious element in our culture. But our culture is about winners and losers, so the men take down the women, the children take down the older folks, etc. There is no "culture" to bind us together and our democracy is withering.
Where How When is a woman able to feel whole just being herself when nothing in the culture supports it?
France as a culture loves women and all that they archetypically represent.
Americans are basically misogynists, including a great many number of the women themselves.
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http://www.dailytransformations.com/2010/07/21/death-through-drama/
I also thought this was fascinating: "In France, however, the cultural norms wired into the young French brain are exactly the opposite. If you're liked and LIKE everyone, something is not "right" about you. Sameness is suspect. There's not even a word or notion for "popularity" in France"
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Wow! Some honest-to-goodness common sense from a middle-aged American woman.
You go, girlfriend!
Each woman must be willing to let go of the obsession with youthful appearance and live their lives to the fullest, including activities that they love.
Great article and I think it should be taught in school for young girls and boys who will grow up to appreciate body image honesty.
The truth is, (to borrow from the Beach Boys) they wish they all could be California girls.
I think the French atttude was summed up best with a quote (if I knew the woman who said it I could prob find it on google) - made by a local French minister/local official (think it was in a UK news article, prob Timesonline) when Angelina Jolie was giving birth in France and the US and UK media reported it as if it was the second coming - she said something like: 'We are not in awe of Ms Jolie, We French women have out own lives and are beautiful and sophisticated'. It was a voice of reason in the otherwise pit of celebrity worship that is western culture.' That, aong with the current ban (or attempt to) on burkas- which the French rightly see as demeaning to women says volumes about french women, their sense of self and how they and their own culture see themselves.
If anyone takes this advice, please make sure that you get the most recent translation (2009), unless you can read French. The older translations are so off the mark.