"I'm looking more like my dogs every day - it must be the shaggy fringe and the ears"
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Christine McVie’s joke lands because it’s doing two things at once: puncturing vanity and smuggling in affection. “I’m looking more like my dogs every day” is self-roast in a soft key, the kind of humor that refuses the celebrity demand to be aspirational at all times. She doesn’t reach for the usual glamorous comparisons; she chooses the least flattering mirror available and makes it tender. The follow-up - “the shaggy fringe and the ears” - is a comic zoom-in, turning the line into a quick sketch you can actually see. The specificity is the engine: it’s not an abstract quip about aging, it’s a physical gag you could picture in a candid photo between rehearsals.
The subtext is about time, and about opting out of the performance of eternal youth without turning it into tragedy. McVie was part of a band whose mythology often revolves around melodrama, fracture, and spectacle. This is the opposite register: domestic, wry, lightly self-deprecating, almost aggressively normal. Dogs here also signal a chosen audience that doesn’t care about charts or image. Your pets don’t applaud your eyeliner or judge your angles; they just clock that you showed up.
There’s an implicit rebuke to a music culture that polices women’s faces and bodies well past their prime-quotation years. McVie sidesteps the cruelty by owning the punchline first, then redirecting it toward companionship. If she’s turning into her dogs, it’s not decline; it’s belonging.
The subtext is about time, and about opting out of the performance of eternal youth without turning it into tragedy. McVie was part of a band whose mythology often revolves around melodrama, fracture, and spectacle. This is the opposite register: domestic, wry, lightly self-deprecating, almost aggressively normal. Dogs here also signal a chosen audience that doesn’t care about charts or image. Your pets don’t applaud your eyeliner or judge your angles; they just clock that you showed up.
There’s an implicit rebuke to a music culture that polices women’s faces and bodies well past their prime-quotation years. McVie sidesteps the cruelty by owning the punchline first, then redirecting it toward companionship. If she’s turning into her dogs, it’s not decline; it’s belonging.
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