Amanda Peet: Im Getting Pushed Out By Younger Actresses

Amanda Peet is terrified of aging in Hollywood. “It’s painfully obvious, but I’m still ashamed to admit this: I care about my looks. How else can I explain my trainer, stylist and Barney’s card? I’ve bleached my teeth, dyed my hair, peeled and lasered my face, and tried a slew of age-defying creams,” the actress wrote in Lena Dunham’s April 26 Lenny Letter. “More than once, I’ve asked the director of photography on a show to soften my laugh lines. Nothing about this suggests I’m aging gracefully.” 

But the 44-year-old mom of Frankie, 9, Mollie, 6, and Henry, 16 months, refuses to try fillers. “I want to look younger (and better), trust me. The only reason I don’t do it is because I’m scared,” she explained. She refuses to get a surgical lift for the same reason, despite being unhappy with her self-described “saggy” breasts. “I’m afraid … there would be some complication from the procedure, like septic shock. I’d be punished for being an ingrate about having made it this far in one (wrinkly) piece.” 

Peet, who is married to Game of Thrones showrunner David Benioff, joked that Frankie and Mollie will turn on her for being shallow. “Another frightening scenario is that one or both of my daughters will do as I did in my youth: go to college, take Feminist Texts and Theory and stop shaving their legs and armpits,” she wrote. “As hard-core feminists, they’ll write me off. I’ll cry, Why aren’t you coming home for Thanksgiving? And they’ll be like, ‘You’re nothing but a foot soldier for the beauty industrial complex.’”

And Peet’s anxiety has only worsened since her HBO series Togetherness was canceled. “Recently, I was told I was ineligible for a movie because I wasn’t ‘current enough,’” she revealed. “I’m constantly pushed out by younger talent, like Alicia Vikander. You think, Wait, she’s 27 and a gorgeous movie star, and you’re 44 and a low-tier, TV-mom-type; you’re not in the same ballpark. But she is squeezing me out. She’s in the hot center and I’m on the remote perimeter. The train has left the station and I’m one of those moronic stragglers running alongside with her purse caught in the door. Everyone’s looking at me, like, Let go, you bullheaded old hag! There’s no room for you.” 

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But at least Peet hasn’t lost her sense of humor: “Botox or no Botox, we shouldn’t feel bitter, because we’re ALL going to look like s–t Every last one of us. Even Alicia Vikander. (Sorry, Alicia).”

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