Yesterday I heard in passing that a woman in Toronto died on the table when when she had liposuction. I don't know if I feel sorry for her or if I think it serves her right...
It just seems like such a stupid way to die. And a pathetic way to die. Dying in order to fit some arbitrary standard of beauty is a tad ironic isn't it? 'Cause the lady? She ain't fitting nuttin' no more.
I understand insecurity. Hell, I haven't worn a bathing suit in years; I wear surfer shorts and a tankini top if I get anywhere near the water. We all have our issues. Especially when confronted to perfect bodies on the beach.
But between that and actually risking death in order to free myself of my fat ass... well not so much thank you. Because a fat ass doesn't make me any less acceptable - at least not in my eyes. And it makes sitting much more comfortable. Jesus Mary and Joseph, what's wrong with me?!?!?!
As far as I'm concerned, plastic surgery should be reconstructive. Some people really do need it. But there's a huge difference between being deformed and wanting Angelina Jolie's lips. Ok, maybe not the best example, cause those lips?.... Ok, Mom, if I can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all... right. Gotcha.
What kind of society do we live in that having huge knockers is supposed to change your life? The only thing it would change as far as I'm concerned is that I could get a job at Hooters. Not something I'd want to do anyway, so it's a moot point.
Collagened lips, paralyzed faces (I'm sure people whose faces are paralyzed from strokes find this one sort of ironic too), mega-boobage, butt implants, faces so lifted they're hardly faces anymore.
And apparently more and more men are jumping on the bandwagon. Boys, get a hold of yourselves! Now, before it's too late. You really don't have to act stupid because women do too.
Yes, I understand societal pressure. It's all the fault of fashion magazines and all that crap. Right. Of course.
And the idea of actually basing one's life on the dictates of a Vogue or Elle or Glamour magazine, doesn't that strike people as more than a little whacked? Again, I read fashion magazines, I love 'em (especially the shoes! oh the shoes! I saw these perfect red shoes.... ok, off topic). I also love the irony of the "be healthy" articles and the clothes hanger teenagers modeling the clothes. No people you don't have to look like them! They're 13 and they're there to make the clothes look right. If the clothes don't look right on you, buy something else, don't fucking get lipsuction!!!
I'm begining to wonder if there wouldn't be lots of money to be made in brain transplants.
People can blame the media for all the ills they want. When it comes right down to it, it's another case of people acting like idiots. Because you know what? If people just fuckin' decided to accept themselves aleady, the whole damn "system" would collapse. This whole, how-dare-you-actually-look-your-age-you-should-never-look-older-than-35-even-if-you're-106 culture would be a thing of the past. Yeah, I know, pipe dreams. What does that expression mean anyway? What pipe?
It's a profoundly sad society when people strive to look like cookie cutter clones (oooh! alliteration!!!) of one another.