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I’ll never figure out the plastic surgery/facial thing.  Every person that does it, male and female, ends up looking exactly the same:  terrible.  Nicole Kidman?  Ugh.  Jerry Jones?  Egad.  Shannon Tweed?  Yikes.  Barry Manilow?  Beyaggh.  Seriously, if plastic surgery actually enhanced a person’s looks, I could kind of understand why someone on the “wrong” side of 50 and with a boatload of money would decide to slice and dice his/her face in the hopes of hanging on to 40 for a few more years.  But though it doesn’t enhance anyone’s looks in any way, shape or form, the people that opt for it don’t seem to give a hoot.  For them, it’s all about the idea of not looking old – but instead of paying some doctor $100K to stretch your face out tighter than a snare drum and gigantisize your lips so you look like the victim of a three-nest wasp attack, couldn’t you accomplish the youthful thing by wearing a baseball cap, or changing up your makeup, or staying out of the sun more?  Or, I don’t know, why don’t you just embrace the autumn of your life and stop worrying about your effing face?

Of course, it’s primarily a Hollywood thing, a money thing.  “Aging gracefully” doesn’t exist in the millionaire’s lexicon.  I always found Nicole Kidman to be a very attractive woman.  But look at her now – good lord.  And the sad thing is, it’s just the beginning, because a few years from now she’ll decide she needs another procedure, and then another, until she ends up looking like a serviceable stunt double for Joan Rivers.  Once you set foot on the “I look like crap and only surgery can help me” path, there’s no turning back.

It’s sad because it’s psychological.  What these people possess in material assets, they sorely lack in the immaterial kind.  I wish Stuart Smalley would lend them a hand.

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