just be thankful you have boobs that don't sag yet

O, Scarlett! Hollywood women follow a sad trajectory: 

1. perky, fun, maybe talented, curvy, optimistic
2. pleasant, mature, either one-note or genuinely talented, filled out, cooler-headed
3. wistful, fascinating, burned out or on fire, handsome and surgeried, cynical
4. bitter, no longer caring, dying like a cinder, freakishly unrecognizable, insanely activistic

In terms of their physical transformation, very few Hollywood women age gracefully, and they all vainly try to retain the look from their most beautiful heyday. It's pathetic—all of the plastic surgery, prescription meds, and drugs. And the results are horrific: sunken eyes, ever-widening and cavernous mouths, masculinizing jaws, rubbery lips, cheekbones that cast shadows, increasingly frightening teeth, expanding foreheads that look like the Sahara taking over. The flower of youth blooms only briefly. 

Of course, out of fairness, I can point out examples of male vanity, but it's true that men aren't as pressured by the beauty myth as women are. Still, men don't age gracefully, either: for men with pattern baldness, there's the toupée (Shatner, Connery on occasion, though he later embraced his baldness), the steroids (quite likely Hugh Jackman; definitely Arnold, Sylvester Stallone, Joe Piscopo, and Mickey Rourke), and lately, Ozempic Face (John Goodman, famously). All in all, Hollywood strikes me as a slow hell on earth. And we, the stupid public, put these idiots up on pedestals, then randomly knock them down.

I respect Jennifer Connelly for getting breast-reduction surgery early in life (thereby saving herself a lot of low-back pain and objectification, not to mention doing the opposite of what most starlets do), and I respect Justine Bateman for her choice to age naturally, without surgical or chemical enhancements. Such people are rare in that insane industry.