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Question of the Day | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Do you have a physical characteristic that sets you apart and that took you ages to love? Tell us about it.

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Peggy Noonan

Peggy Noonan | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Peggy Noonan Says, Simply, No

No. I can’t imagine loving a physical characteristic. You mean like you used to not like your nose and learned to love it? Why would you love a nose?

Candice Bergen

Candice Bergen | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Candice Bergen: No Reason to Diet

Physical characteristic? My nose … which always seemed to have greater meaning for bystanders than as a breathing device. Also, it’s the only feature that hasn’t gotten fat. People always paid a puzzling amount of attention to my nose.

Judith Martin

Judith Martin | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Judith Martin: What I Learned From Helen Hayes

Apparently, I am short. I never noticed it from down here, but people tell me they expected me to be taller. So I love repeating an anecdote about Helen Hayes being told that it was all very well for her to play Queen Victoria, who was short, but how could she play Mary, Queen of Scots, who was tall? "I am an actress," she is said to have replied. "I will act tall."

Joan Ganz Cooney

Joan Ganz Cooney | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Joan Ganz Cooney's Imagination

No, none. Can’t imagine such a thing.

Cynthia McFadden

Cynthia McFadden | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

The Sun Shines on Cynthia McFadden's Genes

My pointy little toe. I was adopted and so was always self-conscious about not looking like my relatives. When I had my son and saw that same pointy little toe, the sun shone.

Joan Juliet Buck

Joan Juliet Buck | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Joan Juliet Buck's 'No' to a Nose Job

That nose. Merely imperious today, it was a curse in my teens and 20s. But I thought that if I had a nose job, I wouldn’t live the life that I was supposed to. Go figure.
Marlo Thomas

Marlo Thomas | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Marlo Thomas's Big Brown Eyes

Ever since I was a little girl, people made a big fuss over my "big brown eyes." I remember going to a drugstore with my grandmother and the man behind the counter gave me a piece of candy because I had such "big brown eyes." I never thought they were such a big deal. Everyone in my family had them … both on the Italian and the Lebanese side.

Mary Wells

Mary Wells | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Mary Wells: It's What Makes Us Different

I don’t think anything physical about me is special – good or bad. In recent years there has been such a change in what we perceive as a beautiful woman or handsome man — we are all so mixed up now, like a salad or a good stew, and we continue to produce more and more mixtures making us more and more unique. That has canceled out the old fashioned Barbie-doll standard. I read that a fashion magazine has shot an issue with only black women, I think they call it their black issue — I have never seen more beautiful women in my life! And the photographs I saw suggest the sophisticated look of the stars of the ’20s, ’30s and ’40s. Exciting as it is, there is something bordering on old fashioned about a black issue. Our most prominent black citizen running for president is, to my eyes, an obvious mixture. Evolution may produce a race where every human is unique looking. Big sturdy noses, teeny slanted eyes, pointy droopy puppy ears, long fat chins — those features that set us apart from everybody else may be something we will like the best about ourselves.

Jane Wagner

Jane Wagner | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Jane Wagner: Pun Intended

A scar around my eye from an accident that happened when I was 22. It still bothers me some. It wrinkles when I laugh and makes me quite un-photogenic especially when I smile. I will never learn to love it. But I have accepted it. A scar on one’s face can make one somewhat scarcissistic.


Liz Smith

Liz Smith | 06/26/2008 12:00 am

Liz Smith: What's Not to Like?

I have one green eye and one blue and after cataract surgery I have almost 20/20 vision. So what’s not to like and be very thankful for?

 

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kat
I have been told my eyes. They can be gray, blue or green, depending on the color of a blouse, tee shirt etc. It also can depend on the color of eyeshadow i’m using, when i do wear it. I love them because they are mine, and are continuing to work very well as i am approaching 60 years young.
By kat on 06/26/2008 8:30 am
Barbara Long
Strawberry blond hair and a million freckles. As a kid, I couldn’t get away with anything because people would say, “It was the kid with the red hair.” Now, at 52, the strawberry blond hair is a striking color and is a good, natural cover for gray, so I love it now. My freckles are faded, but still visible. I miss being in the sun and keeping my freckles dark enough to look somewhat tan. But I’ve come to terms with using sunblock or staying out of the sun. I just wish people would stop telling me to go to a tanning bed and “get a good base.”
By Barbara Long on 06/26/2008 9:55 am
cath c
for all the red heads out there who dislike it: I have always looooooved red hair! every young boy and girl i see with it, i always say to them and their parents, “i bet EVERYone says something about your gorgeous hair!” or “I know a lot of women who pay a lot of money to get the color of your hair” the mothers always wink or nod, the boys turn away, fed up cause they’ve heard it a thousand times, and the girls always seem to be reluctant to hear it, but i catch a glimmer of a smile. i hope this is a sign that the prevailing attitudes toward redheads has evolved from when you grew up hating your carrot top. again, i would loooove to have redhair, but even when i i dyed it red once, it didn’t do a thing for me with my skin tone.
By cath c on 06/26/2008 10:20 am
Peggy Sue
I agree cath. I had a relative that had the most gorgeous mahogany hair. Stunning. Many years ago I had a makeover on the Oprah show. A California stylist and Bobbi Brown for makeup. Medium length ash blonde hair (mostly known as mouse blonde) went away for a wonderful very short red. I loved it and occasionally I give it a try for a change.
By Peggy Sue on 06/26/2008 11:14 am
Frank Peterson
Cath—red hair—on my—yessssssssssssss! Red hair does it for me totally—glory in it ladies—it drives this man and a lot of others I know up the wall and into the stratosphere. ;-)
By Frank Peterson on 06/26/2008 1:35 pm
Peg O my heart
Where were all you tall girls when I was growing up? I reached my full height 5’11” by the age of 14. I was taller than EVERY girl in school, and some of the boys. The only good thing was that I became taller than my mother! It was no fun trying to find pants long enough (I used to hand sew decorative trim to the bottom of my jeans back in the late 60’s, before it became fashionable). My mother used to buy me frilly dresses or blouses with ruffles, until I told her “Ma - have you looked at me lately?” She also hounded me about good posture, and thank goodness I listened. Once I left childhood behind, I truly embraced my height.
By Peg O my heart on 06/26/2008 10:20 am
Frank Peterson
Peg: I sure hope you didn’t get too many: “How’s the weather up there Honey” cat calls :-)
By Frank Peterson on 06/26/2008 1:38 pm
Peg O my heart
Frank - More times than I could EVER count!! Also: “Well, you’re a long, tall drink ‘a water, aint’ ya, honey?” Also, when I worked in the music biz, a well known, very short record producer used to look up at me and say “Jump Ball” every time he walked by me. I didn’t mind, though, he was a nice guy and it was all in fun.
By Peg O my heart on 06/26/2008 3:56 pm
Frank Peterson
I believe it, Peggie, I bleieve.
By Frank Peterson on 06/26/2008 4:33 pm
Gianna Bracco
Feature most commented on was always the “big brown eyes.” My hair is kind of naturally wavy, and in this weather (heat and big-time humidity), completely uncooperative. I don’t think I can be seen in public until September! Looking pretty typically Italian, the hips have a tendency to spread a little, and, in my case, the chest was never too abundant. Still looked good, I guess, but I always considered my legs “purely work legs” when I longed for long, thin, and graceful. Now, though, I appreciate it all. Those working legs are still, thank God, strong and dependable, and I’m still fairly small and compact, whereas my big-breasted counterparts are now lifting them off their bellies. One of the few good things about aging so far. As long as all these parts are healthy and in working order, nothing else really matters.
By Gianna Bracco on 06/26/2008 11:33 am
James the Game
I’ve been told since about age 13 that I have a “radio voice”. I’ve had people actually ask if that’s my real voice when I speak. Ironically, I spent two decades in radio news/sports. But it was always frustrating getting complimented on the voice all the time, because I worked so incredibly, incredibly hard at - especially - newswriting and reporting. But the only thing people in the public saw (or heard) outwardly was the voice. They didn’t know the tremendous dedication I had to the integrity of radio news. Now that I’m out of radio, I see it as a gift.
By James the Game on 06/26/2008 11:46 am
Elizabeth Bennett
When I was a little girl, people used to get very excited at how much I looked like my father. My father was a dear, charming man, but he was a MAN, and no little girl wants to be confused with a man. It took a bit of growing up for me to understand that it was good to have many of my father’s features. In fact, one day when I was nineteen when I stopped by his office, never having been there before, the receptionist smiled at me, and said, “Oh you must be his daughter; you look just like him!”
By Elizabeth Bennett on 06/26/2008 12:11 pm
Frank Peterson
Elizabeth: my daughter gets the same. She looks like me but at least her grandmother’s nose looks a damn sight better on her than it does on me lol
By Frank Peterson on 06/26/2008 2:00 pm
Ciao Bella
My ice cold hands turn bluish/ purple in winter. You can’t imagine how many men ask to warm them up!!! But I’ve learned to ask, “where do you plan on putting them?” I have raynaud’s disease. http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/raynauds-disease/DS00433
By Ciao Bella on 06/26/2008 2:15 pm
C A Rose
Mom and I have Raynauds as well. As for hands, nobody EVER offered to warm them up for me. Consider yourself lucky. I can’t do winter well at all and mine shows up in the freezer dept of the grocery store.
By C A Rose on 06/26/2008 11:47 pm