Dear Sandra (can we call you Sandy?),
Today, we toast you. Not just because you are the newest A-lister to join Hollywood’s 50 and fabulous club, but because you are always flawless and poised, never frumpy and pouting, and that is something to be admired.
It’s been a hell of an emotional ride for you these last few years, between the adoption of your adorable son Louis to the more recent and harrowing stalker encounter that you — yet again — handled with such grace.
Still, we wonder, what would you change if you could? “I wouldn’t go backward if you paid me, ” you told us, at age 40, in 2005. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Indians don’t judge their age by numbers, they judge by their flexibility. In yoga, if you can do a backbend at 80 you’re still young. Why don’t we think of it like that? If you can do your backbend, you’re doing OK.”
You told us at the time that your backbend was “good.” Sandy, we hope your backbend is as good now as it was then. Happy birthday!