I began my last post with the words, "Color me lazy," because I've lived the vast majority of my life with little more than Dove soap. But suddenly I realize that I'm not the only "lazy" person out there who's my age, from the era when we cared so much about makeup, but really did not worry too much about our skin. Thank heavens most of us were using Dove soap, now called Dove "beauty bar" in order to reach/grab the beauty business. I've seen that it's now winning awards in "best of" lists for magazines such as InStyle. But the dirty little secret here: the Dove we used back in the '60's and '70's is not the Dove of today. Believe or not, but our's was much better. It's been reformulated over the years and that's just plain lousy! Many of us old-timers are spending a lot of time lamenting the demise of the old Dove and get more than a bit upset when our hubbies accidentally bring home a huge lot of the wrong kind of Dove, like the new sensitive editions, exfoliating versions and so forth. The newly reformulated Dove we can sort of live with but the new kinds out there? Don't even get us started! And what, we wonder, ever happened to the 1/4 moisturizing cream of the ads and commercials of yore? Like I said, don't even get us started! Dove has now spread out to dozens and dozens of products in an effort, I suppose, to stay in business with all the face cleansers out there today. Around the time I was in eighth grade, Dove's only competitor seemed to be Noxema, and who even remembers Noxema today? Pond's is still around but that seemed to be a product our moms used. Oil of Olay was a competitor too and I remember using that lovely pale pink lotion in a glass bottle on my face for a while, loving the smell of it, buying it only when it was on sale because those were our salad years when hubby and I could barely manage the rent. Sooo silly because I didn't really need it. Dove took care of everything, and anything extra I put on my face usually caused a small bout of bumps of one sort or another to come out as if to warn me what would happen if I even thought of using anything but my beloved Dove. When the Soviet Union fell apart, I flew to visit my cousin in '96, a time when Russia was suffering severe shortages of everything from basic aspirin to basic food. Along with candy for her grandchildren I carried many, many bars of Dove as a treat for my cousin. Can you tell I love the stuff? (And yes, I did bring those precious medicines that they needed back then...I'm not completely superficial!) In the hospital I once made the huge mistake of showering with the soap they had there - a reputable brand - and within five minutes I started to scratch all over. By the time I called hubby to quickly bring over some Dove from home, rashes were setting in. It was a nasty picture. I'd never used anything but Dove even on my children as babies, having made many a convert to Dove over the decades, but from that hospital moment on, I haven't even traveled anywhere but with my Dove. My cousin in Russia, I felt, deserved no less. My BFF - a term I'm not overly fond of because visions of Paris Hilton and Nicole Ricci bounce in my head - and I so love Dove that when she went on her first big trip to Europe with her hubby she actually calculated exactly how much Dove she needed to bring with her to carry herself and her hubby through those weeks but not have any to bring back home with her either. (And people wonder why we've been best friends for over 41 years?) She knew Dove's properties so well that her calculations were right down to the very last day away from home. When we traveled to England and later to Paris, we just grabbed however much we thought we needed and then some. By the time Linda went to Europe with her hubby, the airlines were cracking down on how much weight and how much luggage could be brought with us. Such a shame! As I'm discovering a whole world of new CATEGORIES of beauty products (more on that to come) I realize that we were so lucky to have had Dove. It was an era of getting as tanned as could be, even if some of us (read pale-skinned me) couldn't tan but burn to lobster red. Dove, which I still use religiously, I have a feeling will never be substituted, that is, if they more or less stick to their old formula. My other products may come and go, but my Dove, I hope, will be here to stay.
- irene speaks
- I'm a mom, a wife, a best friend. Sick with CFIDS/ME/CFS and Fibromyalgia since 1975 as a result of a nasty flu while still in grad school, it wasn't until the late '80's that I received a diagnosis. Until that flu I'd never really been ill before. With each year I get progressively worse and add to the bucket load of symptoms I'm living with. I've been blessed with an incredible family and best friend who've stayed with me through my struggles as we continue to find a way out of this monstrous illness and its complications. We've tried seemingly every approach to find my way back to health. Often I think our best weapon in this undesirable and unasked-for adventure has been laughter.