40 is the New Drop-Dead Freaking Gorgeous

When I called Diane Lane "easily one of the most beautiful women in the world," I wasn't kidding. I want to look like her when I grow up. Next year. When I'm her age.

She's 42 and her skin looks great. Her make up always makes her glow. Now I realize that she doesn't do it herself, but just the fact that 1) she managed to hire a really, really good make-up artist and 2) that she had the presence of mind to look at herself in a mirror and think, "I look good," and then went out of the house looking this great makes me love her all the more. I know those two things should be a no-brainer to a woman in the position of Ms. Lane's, but just consider for a moment all the celebs who step out having done neither.

She has possibly the greatest hair color ever. (How did I forget that I wanted to go red this winter?) I love the shape of her lips, and that she doesn't appear to have succumbed to injecting them with anything.

I even love her with short hair, although I would never let Ann Curry cut my hair. I wouldn't let Ann Curry cut my meat.

I'm not saying that she hasn't had any work done. I have no idea whether she has or not. So what if she has? She doesn't look plastic, it appears she can still move her forehead and she's not trying to compete with 25-year-olds. So I say You Go Girl. More power to ya.