I’m calling it.
Meg Ryan got up on stage at the 70th Annual Tony Awards last weekend and instead of talking about the black actors who made history by winning all four musical acting categories, all anyone wanted to talk about was her face.
With an enhanced pout and suspiciously smooth brow, she looked very little like the Meg Ryan we had come to love.
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Social media lit up with commentary and criticism of Ryan’s new look, just as it had in the past when other actresses were suspected of dabbling with cosmetic procedures. Uma Thurman. Courtney Cox. Kim Novak.
People said she had taken things “too far”. Some likened her to The Joker. Some simply lamented the loss of her wholesome good looks.
And then, inevitably, others fired back, defending Ryan’s right to do anything she wished with her face.
Part of me wanted to agree. Meg Ryan is her own person. Of course she is. She can do whatever the hell she wants to her face and body.
But still, I can’t help feeling sad.
Not just for Meg, but for all women – for all of us who live in a society that tells us we need to look a certain way to be worthwhile.
It makes me hope for a time when we will look back and shudder about this period in our history when women butchered their faces and bodies in the name of beauty.
I know it's not a popular opinion. Cosmetic surgery is supposed to be about women empowering themselves. But I don't buy it.
I'm not trying to judge. I'm really not. I'm not even saying I wouldn't ever do the same. But I hope I won't.
I hope that when the itch really kicks in to get a nip or a tuck or an injection of fillers that I will be able to hold up against the pressure in society. I hope the awareness that I am not really doing it for myself will hold me back - that I am really doing it to impress a society that insists a woman's worth is tied to her beauty and her youth.