If nothing else, this book deserves an extra star for its smug, self-righteous, know-it-all tone because it is so obvious that the author is not aware that she is being in any way overbearing. Just like Charles Schultz's iconic Lucy, this author knows absolutely what is best for everybody else, and is even willing to set up a cardboard stand to dispense "Psychiatric Advice for 5 cents" in order to make life for the lesser human beings just a little better. Oh, and just so you don't read any further if you happen to be of the male persuasion -- despite the title, this book is for women.
A former magazine publisher, the author, Barbara Hannah Grufferman, awoke one morning to find that she was ("Oh dear, when did that happen?") reaching the mid-century mark. So she decided to call in favors from all the beautiful and intelligent people she has met during her career, and she has produced this cursory handbook to hitting fifty. Of course, the book works best if, as the author makes EXTREMELY CLEAR ABOUT HERSELF, you are rich, skinny, had your children late in life, are in a wonderful marriage, healthy, think running is the ONLY way to exercise, live in or near a city with large full-service department stores, and (I'm not making this up) have naturally curly hair.
For the most part, the book, which is set in large double-spaced type, and has no drawings or photos, reads like a series of magazine articles which you have already perused a dozen times over the last twenty years. For instance: Establish a relationship with a Primary Care Physician (if you have insurance, of course, which she doesn't mention); Don't smoke; Use sunblock; Be skinny: Exercise (read: Run, preferably marathons); Eat right; Follow a skin regimen; and, For goodness sake, don't spend more than ten minutes every day putting on make-up. (News flash: Although I do exceed the time limit on this little piece of advice, I would like to point out that Adrienne Arpel has been using this ten-minute make-up advice since 1974.)
The author likes personal shoppers, and recommends that you establish a relationship with one so that you can wear the best clothes at the best prices. She spends $2000 at Saks Fifth Avenue, (and then bows to the masses and spends $350 at Target,) to show that "anyone" can own the basics of a wardrobe for a reasonable price. Her basics consist of lots of tank tops, which I have declined to wear, except on the beach, since I graduated from law school, and knee-length pencil skirts. She also insists that we all throw out our "granny panties" and buy a certain brand of thong which she swears by. I don't know about you, but I tried that thong and it's just as uncomfortable as every other thong I've ever had on.
But her most unusual advice is her chapter on hair. She likes long hair. She insists that she doesn't, but believe me, this chapter is all about her maintaining her long naturally curly blonde hair. She no longer "scrunches it" or "blows it straight." She air-dries it. She has found a colorist who will work with the grays to "blend them in" so that she doesn't actually color her hair --- she just works with what she has. She has very definite hair rules: 1. Shampoo only once or twice a week. On the other days use only conditioner and water. 2. Use your fingers to sculpt your hair, not a brush or comb. 3. Never use a blow dryer or curling iron (of course since you have naturally curly hair, you don't need a curling iron). If you absolutely HAVE to be at the White House or the United Nations in an hour, use a diffuser or a blower dryer with no heat. 4. Every 8 to 10 weeks, get highlights to blend in that gray, and (here's the one I love) 5. Every five to eight MONTHS, get a hair cut. C'mon, Barbara -- those of us with short hair have to get a haircut every four to six weeks to maintain its shape. But it's not about us, is it?
If you are a member of the jet-setting beautiful people, you might find this book of some use, although surely even you have heard all of this before. If you are an ordinary person -- a wife, a mother, someone with a job who has to grocery shop occasionally and doesn't want to go around with sopping wet hair all the time -- pick up "Marie Claire" or "Vogue" at the beauty shop for a quick read while your roots are processing, and forget about this weirdo's wacky cartoon universe. LUCY LIVES!