R’s Beauty: “The Beauty Economy”: Salon.com’s Cary Tennis advises a conflicted beauty

Cary Tennis, Salon.com’s insightful advice columnist, tackled a question today from a woman whose hard-earned transformation from dowdy to stunning provoked in her a host of psychological conflicts regarding how beauty operates as social currency.

Tennis gives a great answer, citing the hypocrisy of a social economy* that both rewards and denigrates female (and to a growing extent, male) beauty, but he misses a key point about developing one’s own sense of internal value and the balance between nurturing this inner self and caring for one’s external appearance. It’s a shame that the concept of “inner beauty” has become such a cliché—it is real, and powerful, and not only does it not fade with time, it actually preserves the inner light that radiates from someone who has lived a long, meaningful, and compassionate life. It may not stop traffic, but if you are lucky enough to find yourself in the presence of someone who possesses this kind of beauty, you can feel your own sense of internal worth getting stronger as your perspective on beauty widens to include change and discovery and acceptance as well as youth and “hotness.” Youth and sexiness are not bad things—they are wonderful things, and they are indeed influential, and they are subject to change. In economic terms, it is wise to diversify one’s portfolio—physical beauty is one investment, but it is best to invest in a number of long-term prospects such as education, love, family, and work that nourishes the soul.

I’m reminded of Roald Dahl‘s children’s book The Twits, in which a cruel, small-minded couple get their wonderfully absurdist comeuppance at the hands of some monkeys and a cadre of birds. The opening descriptions of Mr. and Mrs. Twit remains one of the most economical and elegant portrayals of the effects of inner beauty and ugliness I’ve ever read:

“But the funny thing is that Mrs. Twit wasn’t born ugly. She’d had quite a nice face when she was young. The ugliness had grown upon her year by year as she got older.

Why would that happen? I’ll tell you why.

If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when a person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.

A person who has good thoughts can never be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

And Quentin Blake’s drawings are priceless:

 

Not only can a sense of inner self-worth and empathy toward others affect outer beauty, but the respect for one’s outer appearance can have positive psychological effects, as anyone who has swiped on some red lipstick or gone on a run when they’re feeling blue can attest. Looking at this symbiotic relationship from a slightly different angle suggests that the quality of care one takes with one’s outer appearance is, to a large degree, a reflection of one’s inner esteem. It’s not about drastically changing to adhere to social standards; it’s about presenting oneself to the world in a way that signals how one feels internally. Society functions through a complex system of signaling; it is the basis of language, sexuality, education, politics, art, and consciousness, and understanding how this works is crucial to one’s personal success and enjoyment of life.

External beauty is a combination of nature and nurture. Care for your body as you would a child or a pet or a plant or a car: it is your responsibility, and while it can do lots of neat things on its own, it needs love and attention to reach its full expression.

 

*One of the article’s commenters mentions Catherine Hakin’s book Erotic Capital: The Power of Attraction in the Boardroom and the Bedroom, which discusses how one’s physical appearance can be and is used both at work and in mate selection.

Here’s a review of Hakim’s Honey Money: The Power of Erotic Capital.

 

R’s Beauty: Coconut Oil: Multitasking Marvel

My mother made a keen observation recently: she noted that B. is low-maintenance but looks high-maintenance, whereas I am high-maintenance but look low-maintenance. Cheers, mum.

Well I’ve got a spanner (that’s British for “wrench”) to throw in those works. If I were stuck on a desert island (or, um, England), I’d make sure I had a hefty jar of coconut oil to see me through to my rescue, or at least through my thesis defense.

There’s not much this stuff can’t do. In addition to its professed internal health benefits, coconut oil is a beauty multitasker: I use it as a skin and nail moisturizer, a hair conditioner and gloss, and a lip balm. Its antimicrobial properties make it a great salve for minor cuts and scrapes, and it’s even purported to help control dandruff. Coconut oil is solid at room temperature but melts easily upon contact, and its scent is subtle as—you guessed it—a tropical breeze.

See, mom? Sounds pretty low-maintenance to me.

R’s Beauty: The Nails Have It

Idle hands, you may have heard, are the devil’s playthings. Conscious of the truth of this adage, I made sure to occupy my hands on a recent shopping trip with B. by painting all the nails of my left hand—I am right-handed—with not one, not two, but all three nail varnishes in Chanel’s Autumn Collection (entitled, tongue-twistingly, “Illusions d’Ombres de Chanel”). The combination looked a wee bit odd, I must admit, and I could see that B. was, for a split-second, considering pretending not to know me. But I was rather pleased: just for a moment, my inner socialite and inner rebel were at peace with one another.

Remember: this was a rush job. Outrunning the devil ‘n all. From left, "Peridot," "Graphite," and "Quartz"

There is a distinct air of autumn about Chanel’s collection, although the varnishes would also look beautiful during the winter holidays. Although it looks a bit brownish in the bottle, “Quartz” is a sheer pinkish-grayish-taupe with such tiny bits of champagne sparkle that even one coat seems to glow ever so subtly.

Chanel's "Quartz" Nail Color

“Graphite,” a bit bolder, appeals to my inner astronaut (I have many inner selves), as it appears to contain within it the whole of the night sky when you are far, far from civilization (and yet still wearing nail polish, for some reason). It’s a darker and cooler gray, and though it has bigger flakes of silver glitter, you won’t look like a teenager. “Peridot,” in my humble opinion, is misnamed: it takes more after the extraordinary metallic green-and-gold Golden Ground Beetle (Carabus auratus) than a gem. If you click on the link, however, you may understand why, despite this creature’s resplendency, Chanel chose not to evoke it.

The only trouble has been choosing between the three. But then I look down at my left hand—nails still a-gleam—and think I might be able to start a trend.

This is a limited edition, so you’ve gotta be quick—or head to eBay.

 

http://www.chanel.com/en_GB/fragrance-beauty/AUTUMN-COLLECTION—ILLUSIONS-D’OMBRES-DE-CHANEL-125149

New Feature! (And a Poison video)

Dear Lovelies,

If you look up to the top of the page, you’ll see a new button called “Baby, Talk Beauty to Me.” Have you seen a new product advertised, but can’t really justify the expense without knowing how it works? Wary of some of a product’s claims? Not sure if something will leave you glowing or glowering?

Just click on the button, send us the name of the product in the comments section, and we’ll do our very best to deliver the beauty!

Love,

The R&Beauties

 

P.S. Bonus ’80s song! Happy day!

R’s Beauty: And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down…

The sky JUST opened up over Oxford, and God’s green-and-concrete earth is getting mighty soaked. I JUST brushed my hair for maybe the third time in my life, and now I don’t want to go outside. I’m not a Wildling:

"Game of Thrones" is a brilliant show.

I just happen to be the product of an ancestrally-English mother with superlatively thick, straight, gorgeous hair and a father with a very handsome Jew-‘fro. This means that my hair—blonde, thick, very wavy, coarse, and damaged by British hard water—looks best when left untouched by the brush. Rain is not its friend. The one day I feel like experimenting and actually brushing my hair, lo, the rain doth pour. Brushing+rain = puffball sadness.

I try to calm the frizz by raking L’Oreal’s EverStrong Overnight Repair Treatment (only available in the US) through my just-washed hair, which nicely softens and separates the waves as my hair dries. But I haven’t found anything for those days when I’m all dressed, my hair is dry, I’m ready to go, and it starts raining dogs, cats, bunnies, and ponies.

So help a Jewish American Princess out. Got any good umbrellas-in-a-bottle?

R’s Beauty: Magic Mushrooms

There’s a fungus among us! Soap & Glory’s “The Fab Pore™ Facial Peel,” a thick, kaolin-based white mask dotted with blue scrubby beads, contains the extract of the fomes officinalis ‘shroom, which, in my experience of topical mushrooms, is rather brilliant at fading discolorations and tightening pores. Neutrogena used to make a facial peel that also contained mycological goodness, but it’s been discontinued and I curse them daily. Thank heavens I found S&G’s peel, as my post-acne blotches need a chemical kick-in-the-rear to shape up and ship out. I’ve been using the peel twice a week for a few weeks now, and I can see a marked (or perhaps “un-marked”) difference each time. I may even step it up and apply more often.

The deliciously retro-looking Soap & Glory, like its upmarket older sister, Bliss, has distinguished itself through cheeky marketing and clever taglines, which tend to turn your bathroom shelf into a kind of witty Greek chorus. Thankfully, it’s not all sound and fury, signifying nothing: these are excellent products that do what they say they’ll do. Boots stocks S&G products, and Sephora in the States has just taken S&G on board (oh, how I miss you, Sephora!).

Bonus points if you slap on “The Fab Pore™” while making a mushroom risotto.

http://www.soapandglory.com/uk/

R’s Beauty: Indiana Jones and the Ongoing Quest for Sunscreen

OK, Indiana Jones. You’re great at finding Holy Grails and glowing rocks and even crystal skulls (what the what?), but now I’ve got a serious challenge for you. Find me the perfect sunblock (or “sun cream” as they call it in the UK), and you will have all the riches in the land. And tenure. And I’ll marry you. I would marry you anyway:

If only this were me...I'm blonde!

Oh, you’re too busy outwitting sinister emperors and running from cannibalistic natives? (The 1980s: not quite as racially sensitive as they could have been.) Fine. Whatevs. I’ll look for the Holy Grail of Sunscreens on my own (see what I did there?!). Seeing as you frequent jungle/desert locales, you should be wearing sunscreen, mister.

Actually, surveying the drugstore shelves and/or department store beauty counters IS a bit like trying to choose…“wisely”…from among all the imitators out there. While choosing…“poorly”…may not doom you to quite such rapid aging (that part of the film is AWESOME), it will, over time, not do your visage any favors. The ideal sunscreen, like the Holy Grail (the “H.G.”), should be relatively simple: it should have both UVA and UVB protection, and be oil-free and noncomedogenic. Sure, skincare companies, you can throw in a bunch of innovative anti-agers and maybe some cosmetic touches like a tint or an oil-absorber. That would be great. As you may recall, even the inside of the H.G. was a bit shiny. But when choosing from among the array, it’s best not to become dazzled by all the sparkly, trendy stuff out there; as Indiana has taught us, all that glitters may not be gold.

I’ve been experimenting with the newly-reformulated JĀSÖN Facial Natural Sunblock SPF 20 for about a week, and I’m diggin’ it (see what I did THERE?! Because Indiana Jones is an archaeologist and he digs things…never mind). It contains Green Tea and Grape Seed extracts, which are tried-and-true antioxidants, and it goes on light and sheer, unlike other natural sunscreens. My skin is pretty oily, so about an hour after applying the sunblock I have to blot my face, but that’s par for the course. It creates a nice base for foundation, and doesn’t feel sticky. I like JĀSÖN’s products in general, so it’s great to see them tinkering so closely with a facial sunscreen.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find a H.G. of sunblocks, but I’ll continue to make Leaps of Faith:

JĀSÖN Facial Natural Sunblock SPF 20:

http://www.jason-natural.com/products/sunblock.php

http://www.jasonnaturalcare.co.uk/

R’s Beauty: Tracy Anderson: Workout Barbie

Admit it—you may be a feminist now, but as a kid, you, like me, played with Barbies.

You can do it. Let the healing begin.

Good. Now that we’ve exposed each other’s retrogressive pasts, let’s imagine for a moment what would happen if those plastic models of unattainable female perfection came to life, strapped on a sports bra, and started jumping around like it was going out of style (which, arguably, it has). Simultaneously terrifying and intriguing, no?

Tracy Anderson might be the closest thing to that Workout Barbie of our imaginings. Barbie may have some height and a cup size or two on pint-sized Tracy, but our living doll is a blonde, perky powerhouse whose mission in life is to kick your bum into shapely submission. Perhaps best known for being Gwyneth “Actual Barbie” Paltrow’s BFF, Tracy has built a veritable empire of fitness, complete with an army of hot chicks.

Tracy’s newish “Metamorphosis” series is a 90-day program, customized for your body type, which promises to work what she calls the “accessory muscles” in order to sculpt a slim, toned, dancer’s body.  Susceptible as I am to infomercials (I WANT IT ALL!), I decided to give it a whirl and fork over $89.97 for the whole kit-and-caboodle. First you take a good, hard look at yourself and determined whether you’re Omnicentric, Abcentric, Glutecentric, or Hipcentric (oh the joy of the pear-shape!). Then you order up your boot(y) camp, roll out the mat, and get a-sweatin’. Said kit includes an (absurdly-fruit-purée-based) diet plan, a workout calendar, a tape measure, a Q&A booklet, and four “Transform” DVDs. The first DVD contains a Welcome bit (Hi, Gwennie! You look great!) and the Cardio routine, while the other three are divided into 9 ten-day segments.

Step one: toss the diet plan. Step two: eat more veggies, less pizza. Step three: do the workout 6 days/week. Step four: rest on the 7th day like the divine being you are.

First the good stuff: This thing works. By switching up the workout every ten days, your muscles never get used to the moves, so you see consistent change. This change is very motivating, as you might imagine. The workout tracker and a tape measure will become your friends. Your human friends will comment on your bum with that mix of concealed envy and admiration that girls do so well. You will see some awesome ab muscles. You may have to go shopping for new jeans sometime in the middle of Level 5.

Also, for someone who used to spend 2 hours at the gym almost every day, doing the same workout and not getting anywhere (the treadmill: a metaphor par excellence), Tracy’s method is a “fresh of breath air,” as my mother says. 30 minutes of dance aerobics followed by 30 minutes of strength work is—eventually—doable, although while you’ll definitely feel stronger, more balanced, and infinitely more confident in your ability to play a kind of grown-up, silent Simon Says (more on that in a moment), the workouts never get easier. I just finished Level 6, and the sweat has not abated. The dance part is way more fun than the elliptical machine, especially if after you’ve watched Cardio routine a few times you ditch Tracy, put on your own music, and rock the hell out. Stress, begone!

The not-as-good: This is a lady of few words. Taking the “show, don’t tell” maxim to the max, Tracy only rarely explains what on earth she’s doing, and she doesn’t cue. That means you’ll have to really pay attention to the angles she’s hitting, even in the abs section. Watching each workout once through might be wise, just so you’re not utterly bewildered when she’s on this elbow and that knee and kicking to this o’clock and lifting this arm to balance while squaring that hip. The “standing abs” section of each workout continues to be a mystery to me, so I just follow along as best I can.

The other thing is that there’s no real stretching component, which is actually fine if you just take 20 minutes to really stretch those glutes, hips, and the key muscles along the spine. Believe me, you’ll need it—all that jumping around tends to compress things, and you will be much happier if you can move the next day.

Tracy Anderson may not be sweet and cuddly, but hey, neither was Barbie.

Close enough.

http://tracyandersonmethod.com/

R’s Beauty: Fated to Pretend: Benefit’s "Hello Flawless!" powder foundation/cover-up with SPF 15

Though I was blessed with relatively clear skin in high school, I’ve been cursed by the kind of hormone-sensitive, painful, even-less-attractive acne that often appears on the eve of one’s 30th birthday. It’s under control now (thanks, Tazorac!), but the pigmented scars, like a visible emotional landscape of my high school years, remain.

I’ve tried liquid foundations, mineral powders, mousses…the works. Everything does the job to an extent, but the shadows of my ex-blemishes are still visible under all that paint. Plus, when you’re caking the stuff on in a panic, it tends to look rather less than natural.

Yesterday, however, B. and I went to the Benefit counter at Debenhams on a whim, where B. found a great concealer (“Erase Paste” #3) and I just happened to pick up “Hello Flawless!”, a powder foundation that can be worn sheer when used with a brush or applied with a sponge for more coverage. The cutie-pie counter-lady brushed it over half of my face and handed me a mirror. Like night and day I was, or perhaps past and present. The “Flawless” side was, indeed, flawless. It matched my skin perfectly (I’m pretty fair with a warm undertone, so I chose “‘Me, vain?’ Champagne”), and was somehow matte and luminous at the same time. It’s build-able, so if any more volcanos threaten to erupt, I’m confident that this will blot ‘em out.

The compact comes with a compartment below the powder for its little sponge and mini brush, and the retro packaging is always a kick. As one who shuns the sun, the SPF 15 is very welcome.

   

"Why, hello there!"

 

“Flawless”-ness can be yours for £24.50 at www.benefitcosmetics.co.uk.

R’s Beauty: Benefit’s "they’re Real!" Mascara: Superhero Lashes

I just saw “Captain America,” a nostalgic yarn about a puny kid with a big heart who, out of love for his country (guess which one!), submits himself to a super-sciencey experiment that transforms him into a smokin’ hot superhero hunk-o’-man. And then he goes and valiantly kills a bunch of über-Nazis.

And here’s where my analogy comes in. Do bear with me.

Benefit’s “they’re Real!” mascara is kinda like that super-sciencey experiment in a tube, minus the sparks and the dials and the “70%!…80%!…We’re up to 90%, sir!!” My eyelashes are kinda like that gangly kid: they may be pale and weak, but somewhere deep down they’re super. Submit them to 100% “they’re Real!” mascara and BAM!—they need their own spandex tights. Major curl, magnificent length, glorious thickness, ace jet-blackness: more power to ya.

While it’s unlikely that my eyelashes alone could vanquish big-dreaming evildoers, their beefed-up beauty might distract those baddies long enough for me to save the world.

In the UK, “they’re Real!” retails for £18.50, which ain’t cheap. It is, however, a small price to pay for super.

 

Before: zero. After: hero!

KAPOW!

http://www.benefitcosmetics.co.uk