I’ve seen and heard a lot in my 20+ years in television…some of which I’d like to un-see and un-hear, but alas, that is not an option. When you choose a profession in the public eye, public feedback is part of the gig. Cool. I get it.
When I first started out, there was no Twitter or Facebook or Instagram. But there were letters (you should have seen the hand-written one I got in Lubbock about my eyebrows), phone calls (one in particular bred my sensitivity to camel toe comments), and message boards (scars from that one are still healing 😉). There has always been a way for people to let you know exactly how they feel about you, the job you’re doing, and of course, how you look, especially if you’re a woman.
Think about it…if you see an older dude on TV, most view him as “experienced” or “distinguished”. That is rarely the case for the ladies. So many discussions devolve into commentary on appearance. Hair, makeup, wrinkles, wardrobe, all of it. It used to bother me. A lot. Still does sometimes. As I’ve gotten older though, my give a shit has decreased rapidly. There are some who say, “Just don’t listen to the haters. Don’t feed the trolls.” That’s one way of doing it, I guess, but it’s not mine.
I read the comments. I check my mentions. Not all of them, but a lot of them. Most people do, even though they might tell you otherwise. And it’s funny, most people are nice. It’s the ones who aren’t that stick out, and those are the ones I usually address…probably not always the best idea, but oh well. That’s me. And honestly, it’s kind of therapeutic. I guess I wish I didn’t care so much about what people thought way earlier in my career, particularly in terms of my appearance. I’m not trying to be a whiny chick here, but if you’re a woman in a male-dominated industry, there’s way bigger fish to fry.
Now I’m 41, I’ve been doing this for more than two decades, and quite frankly, I couldn’t care less if you like my hair or my makeup or what I’m wearing. I work out, I get Botox on the reg, and I’m covering up grey hair like it’s my job. I wear dresses and heels to work <gasp> baseball games. Not because anybody wants me to, but because I want to. Those things make me feel good, and if that makes me shallow or vain, then so be it. (Side note—zero makeup, a baseball cap, and yoga pants also make me really feel good on off days.)
My point is this—do whatever makes you feel good about yourself, whatever gives you confidence. And don’t feel like you have be shy about it. It’s ok to want to look good and feel pretty. You too, guys. I see you rockin’ those shmedium shirts. 😉
So if you want to @ me about my appearance, knock yourself out.