Holy Streep. Look at this. Meryl Streep has landed the cover of Vogue. She is 62. Now, my bet is that she probably did not give a goat’s left hoof about whether she was on the cover of the esteemed fashion bible. My thinking is that it’s all part of the publicity obligations for her upcoming movie, and she does what she needs to do to promote her film. I would say that Meryl is probably pretty comfy in her own skin, and is old enough to know that Vogue does not maketh the woman. However…
It’s really good for WOMEN that Meryl is a Vogue cover girl. It is so very rare that we see varied faces on the covers of our magazines. Mostly we get 20 something actresses or young models, gals brimming with youth and airbrushed perfection. It is so rare, in fact, to have a woman of Ms Streep’s calibre tucked neatly under a fashion masthead that we feel the need to celebrate! We must mark the occasion! We need to look at Meryl’s face and nod admiringly and talk about how wonderful she looks… and about her age.
Granted, it’s hard not to admire the way she looks. It’s hard not to stare at her face and wonder how our own mugs might stand the test of time. I get that. It’s hard not to say ‘Go her!’ ’62!’ ‘Looking good!’ I totally get that. Really. I can’t argue with it. I did it myself, in fact.
Also, I totally applaud Vogue for knowing that Meryl was the lady for them. I think that’s a great call and the Vogue peeps are pretty savvy and spot on in the cover girl choosing department.
But do you know what? I really look forward to the day when this is NOT A BIG DEAL! I look forward to the day when we look at Meryl or Marion or Miranda or Mary on the cover of Women’s Wear Dainty or Marie Cute and just think about how great they are. I look forward to the day when such cover girls don’t prompt conversations about age and a jolly good examination of said lady’s crowsfeet (or not.) I look forward to the day when ladies are routinely selected for their wit or cleverness or compelling stories, and the outside package does not matter a trice. I want to stare into the faces of varied GREAT women and quickly flip ahead to the editorial to find out WHY they were chosen and what their specialness entails.
And while we’re at it, let it be known that personally I will be glad if the GREATS have their clothes on. I will also be glad if they are not airbrushed within an inch of their lives. I will be super glad if their lives are not devoted to grooming themselves into perfection. I will be especially glad if they are 22 or 62 (like our Mez.)
What do you think? Are you super glad to see Meryl on the cover? Is it a step forward? Or is it a groan inducing reminder of how Groundhog Day the whole cover girl/magazine world is. And are we marveling at something that should not seem so glaringly unusual?
Who do you want to see on the cover of your magazine? What will you call your magazine? Tell me YOUR story!
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