Oscar Fashion – After Forty Hide Your Arms
The thing about the Oscars is few people remember who won what award but everyone remembers what everybody wore. Oscar fashion is one of those things that is talked about for years after the films have been forgotten.
This year I had my eyes on the over forty-year-old arms or lack thereof.
I have suddenly become very sensitive to this topic as despite the fact I work out all the time, do tons of push-ups – though I think I do them wrong. I lift weights, I do endless things to tone biceps, triceps and whatever cep may be lurking near my head and between my stomach, I suddenly have what Richard Simmons used to call Hadassah Arms.
Hadassah Arms are arms that have that hanging flesh when you hold them out. Arms that get that little bubble of fat that hangs over the armholes of a sleeveless dress. He used to call them that as they were normally the arms of Jewish grandmothers who were members of Hadassah. And the weird thing is, I never had them, well I had them but they were tolerable. Now they are all I see. They seem to have taken over my upper body.
In fact, my older daughter went home with a nice stack of LBD’s yesterday as we did an arm party try on.
So, of course when I watched the Oscars last night it wasn’t the lithe young things in their wispy, backless, strapless, sometimes one armless confections I was interested in, it was how the stylists covered our greatest actresses’ Haddash Arms.
And cover them they did. If you do a survey which I have now done, nobody over a certain age is permitted to show their arms at the Oscars. OK, they are permitted, but they are not encouraged.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. I know now that I am suddenly seeking out dresses that cover my arms I understand it. But now that it’s the year of the women, maybe we can do something and liberate us and allow us to show our arms, floppy, flabby and all.