Yesterday, Facebook nearly imploded because EVERYONE was sharing an advice column by Olivia Wilde that is supposedly the most revolutionary thing to ever happen to celeb-kind.
Basically, Olivia was asked to write a Glamour column about turning 30, because she’s 29 and has all the answers, DUH.
Here are her thoughts on plastic surgery, dating and why paddleboarding is all the rage in Hollywood (to name a few).
DON'T cut your face.
I am so saddened and grossed out by young women who look like creepy, old aliens because of their new Barbie noses and lips. Is that a smile or a grimace? Did you melt hot wax on your face, or is that your skin? A better approach: Take care of yourself now that you're old enough to know how. Drink water, sleep eight hours (I wish), and don't go within 400 feet of a tanning booth or I'll slap you. Hard.
DON'T propose to the next guy you meet just because you worry he'll be your last chance at lifelong companionship. Sure, you've attended more bridal showers than yoga classes in the past year, but that doesn't mean you're destined to be a craggy spinster, searching for roommates on Craigslist at 50. The danger with "husband hunting" is you start to see every date as a job interview ("He does seem to be homosexual, but that might be good for fatherhood!"); it clouds your ability to get to know someone.
DO learn a new skill.
You've already lived longer than most women in the thirteenth century, so why not look at your thirtieth as a rebirth? I started stand-up paddleboarding at 29 and consider it my baby step toward becoming a bada*s 30-something semipro surf goddess (as long as the sharks go vegan).
You know, after reading this story…Olivia Wilde is slightly less annoying now. How’s that for appreciating?
Read more of her eye-opening advice column over at Glamour.com