ANDY ROONEY’S EYEBROWS

What do we do with ourselves once we get past a certain age? Are we concerned with looks or do we go feral? These are the questions we rarely ask ourselves, being all caught up in the daily rituals of getting out the door. Do we need to pull our heads out of our past? Are we shadows of a firmer self?

Apparently the eyes have it. But the eyes are not just for looking out of; they also exist in world of looking in. Eye candy. Arm jewelry. You can see why sunglasses at dark became a thing.

The buzz this past week has the public pillory that women are so often foisted upon. Our old friend Madge went public and her new face went viral. She has been morphing for forty years, reinventing herself time and time again. Many stars do this. Madge did not invent plastic surgery. Anyone seen what goes by the name of Mickey Rourke these days?

Madge has had this “ new” look for at least two years. We saw her on Graham Norton. We saw her climb on Jimmy Fallon’s desk. ( I think it was Fallon. Hard to keep my Jimmy’s straight.) So for anyone paying attention this is not news.

Let’s take a closer look:

Or this:

Or this:

Or go back in the way back machine to Primal Madonna:

It is not just eyebrow maintenance, born age that has caught our eyes. She started out with brown eyes, and in the first shot from recent months, her eyes were now blue.

“Don’t it make your brown eyes blue?” Frankly it is nobody’s business but hers. We could get all serious and talk about age and women, and how ducked we are as a society. We can go on about the double standard that forces some public women to have to strive for youth to just keep working.

Or we can talk about Andy Rooney’s eyebrows.

Are they a thing of marvel? A social statement on male grooming? The face of a man whose wife doesn’t allow sharp objects in his bathroom for fear he might groom himself, and lose his signature look.

Andy’s eyebrows are as much a signature as Madonna and her look. People are talking. Which as a celebrity, is the whole enchilada. Keep the people in the back rows talking. The roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd.

Are we judgemental of Madge so we can avoid actually looking at ourselves in the mirror?