I’m never going to be a Bond girl.
I came to this realization when I was watching a James Bond marathon on tv the other day. Now I’ve never had a hankering to bear the title of being a “Bond Girl”, so it’s not like this is a heavy realization or anything. But as much as I like martinis, fast cars and innuendos, that moniker will never be mine.
That ship has sailed, probably in the Thames somewhere, along with my age. See, I’m too old to be a regrettably named character trading double entendres with James Bond. Plenty O’Toole and Honey Ryder (real Bond girl names BTW), are suitable yet ridiculous names for spring chickens. Not an older hen like myself.
Now being in my mid-thirties doesn’t mean I’m signing up for AARP anytime soon. But the only exception to the age rule for being a Bond girl was the actress Honor Blackman. She starred as a very unfortunately named character in 1964’s Goldfinger.
No, I will not say her name. I just…can’t. Go look it up. 🙂
Anyways, Ms. Blackman reportedly was a blushing 40 years old at the time Goldfinger came out. And she has been the only Bond “woman” if you will, of the whole franchise.
Ms. Blackman paved the way, only to have it tread on in high heels no less, by the young gorgeousness that followed. Jill St. John, Jane Seymour, and Carole Bouquet, I’m looking at you.
So where does that leave me with my dreams of driving an Aston Martin, shooting the ish with Moneypenny, and ummmmm hellooooo…Daniel Craig?
Watching from the sidelines.
On my couch in my slippers.
Wearing no make-up.
And maybe drinking a martini…
I love that they had a 40 year old Bond girl, I never knew that! Very unfortunate about the name though.
Very unfortunate name indeed 🙂
I won’t ever be a bond girl either, unfortunately. Quite frankly, I am starting to get depressed about the aging process in general. True, it’s better than the alternative (dying) but I can’t help but get a little depressed when I see old pictures of myself and realize that I am no longer than hot young thing I once was. Now I am a mother of two with 7 pounds of baby weight, a few stretch marks, and bags under my eyes. Sigh.
I totally understand!!! Last night when I was washing my face, I was lamenting all the crows feet that seemed to have permanently attached themselves around my eyes. And all my stretch marks? Sigh… No Bond girl here, that’s for sure!
I will never be either but I don’t really care to be. I like cookies too much and those girls don’t have an ounce of fat on them LOL.
I love cookies too!! And you are right, not an ounce of fat to be found on them. Bleh…who wants to live without cookies? Not me 🙂
Beautiful writing! Two martinis coming right up!
Thank you! And yes to anything that ends with the word “martini”! 🙂
Ha ha, I’ll be right there on the couch with you, probably in my yoga pants because I’m too old to get dressed up for anyone anymore. ha ha! And it’s not just bond girls, hell I deal with that in real life here in the beach community. Guys my age are checking out 20-somethings. Sigh….
LOL 🙂 I totally know what you mean. Especially here in So-Cal. Looking as young as possible is its own art form.
I had to go look up the name…simply terrible! I’m not a huge Bond fan as I think a lot of action movies are the same things over and over again (on top of that they’re completely unrealistic). Anyhow, I loved the post! Sitting in PJs and watching a movie sounds like a relaxing time; maybe not the same as the life of a Bond girl, but I wouldn’t have many complaints.
Isn’t that name awful? Gotta love the 60’s!
Thanks Jason! Glad you liked the post 🙂
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