Grow up, grow old.
Whilst I think the privilege of growing old gracefully applies to both men and women, I’m going to pick on the fellas for now. And I’m only going to pick on the older fellas. Once you’re over 60, let it go. Nobody expects you to look young anymore – leave the Botox and the face lifts to the starlets and other professional celebrities.
Your facial disposition should change at least slightly when you smile, frown, grimace, glare or generally express yourself.
Paul McCartney, Steve Martin and Paul Hogan, I am talking to you. You are all legends in your own right. You can all safely rest on your laurels – or you can keep working, we don’t mind. Just let the wrinkles run free, let your hair be speckled with salt and pepper, and let us see the semi-real you.
Hoges, for god’s sake, you had more wrinkles on your face at 30 than your average Shar-Pei ever will.