"Old age ain't no place for sissies."
Bette still living it up but looking shockingly ancient on Carson in the early 80s. Trust me - this is more garish in color, but I had a heck of a time finding it at all. On the other hand, the old gal was still smoking her balls off and was sassy as hell, so you can call it a good life, at the end of the day.
Anyhoo, my point is, sorta, after a young adult lifetime of exacting image control, it's a long way to fall when gravity takes its toll and people like Madonna start actually having fewer good angles from which to be viewed. Hence, the dazzle camouflage of Madonna showing her body to excess in every single appearance - distracts from wrinkles, loose skin, etc. Madonna's "look what I can do" desperation to show her flexibility is leading her down the path to looking like a garish send-up of the sad old yoga-cat-lady in A Clockwork Orange who gets bludgeoned with the big rocking wedding tackle mod sculpture. Not pretty.
Imagine what a different image Bette would have presented in a prim, matronly dress, eschewing her cigarettes to sit nervously and soak up some of the last bits of applause to rain down on a glorious cinematic career. Hell no. She put on a fancy frock that covered the stringy birdlike body, got her makeup on and her hair 'did, smoking the shit out of some cigarettes and probably swigging a good stiff whiskey in that coffee mug. Long may she wave. Wallow in it, darling, wallow!
Now, perhaps Bette didn't use sunscreen in the golden-baked Hollywood glam studio years, but here in the 21st century it's just irresponsible for Vanity Fair to perch the über-freckled Lindsey Lohan on the beach without appropriate cover. Can you say "melanoma," boys and girls? There. I thought you could. Never mind her eating disorder, Flimsy may be due for an early demise if she doesn't stock up on the sunblock. I'm just saying.