Angels spotted on Tom and Lorenzo last week.

Can you believe these women? I agree with the “Fabulous and Opinionated” experts in refusing to hear a word against their gorgeousness. They are AWESOME (and I rarely say awesome without irony).

Long before girls started saying they were “a Carrie” or “a Samantha” they claimed to be “a Sabrina” or “a Jill” (I myself, was always “a Kelly“). Charlie’s Angels made one of Hollywood’s first forays into TV narrative about strong women who (literally) kick ass.

Oh sure – the choreographed fight scenes were ridiculous and the they were all probably holding their guns wrong. But the idea that the girls could beat the boys was what mattered. The twist of them looking like supermodels just made it fun to watch and in all honesty, was the reason why anyone bothered to pay attention.

Feminists may disagree – but I’m okay with their objectification as sex symbols. Because as far as the characters themselves were concerned, their looks came second. You never saw much footage of Kelly blow drying her hair or Chris applying mascara. If they weren’t getting ready for an under cover assignment, they were on one. They had ambition, priorities and no apparent concern for whether they were good enough for a man. If some guy at a bar implied that Sabrina wasn’t his type, she’d probably just karate chop him in the neck and call it a day.

Charlie’s Angels showed us a group of beautiful women who were unexpected bad asses. They didn’t rely on their looks to get men. They relied on their looks to get men to underestimate them. Then they opened a can of whoop ass. These are women who used their hotness for good. And what could be wrong with that?

And now that they’re aging B list (if we’re being kind) starlets?

Personally? I don’t care if plastic surgery makes them look more like their wax museum counterparts. Wrinkles would be an abomination to their legacy (and speaking of legs – mine never looked that good in high school!). They should be immortalized in silicone. Angels are immortal after all…

And yes – this goes against pretty much everything I believe about aging gracefully. About women not feeling the need to change their looks to be acceptable to the rest of the world. But there is something about the Angels… There is a certain level of campy celebrity that not only allows for, but demands plastic perfection. An exception must be made for the Angels. And a selfish one at that since we’re not the ones who have to turn back the clock.

So I’d like to thank the Angels for staying young. For looking so fabulous.

If they’re willing to go to the trouble – to keep that image alive – then who am I to criticize. I’d rather just enjoy their enduring iconic celestial glow.