Cosmetic Surgery - One Male's Perspective.
Looking through my national newspaper this morning, I was only
moderately surprised to be confronted with yet another enviably
large advertisement offering women the latest and greatest in surgical
improvements. Breast 'enhancement', tummy tuck, lip augmentation
and the newest ultrasonic liposuction. All this and more from a
whiz-bang laser-med outfit that claims to have won several consumers'
choice awards. Where have I been? When did surgery become a consumer
item?
Breast surgery is not an enhancement. It is a replacement. They
cut your breast open, remove what nature has given you, and replace
it with some bouncy chemical jelly, that, god willing it doesn't
burst open inside you and kill you, will jiggle almost naturally,
providing your boyfriend/husband/lover with endless minutes of synthetic
joy. Until the day arrives, and it will of course, that the rest
of your body begins to lag noticeably behind the amazingly long
half-life of your fabulous new implants.
I've often wondered what moves people to such dangerous acts of
vanity. Now before you dismiss me as some holier-than-thou, leftist,
socialist, broccoli-munching health freak, I want to set the record
straight. I'm just as vain as the next person, possibly more so.
I'll sit in front of a mirror and fuss over my hair, my tie, my
nearly-but-not-quite-shaven Brad-Pittian stubble or whatever, for
just as long as my girlfriend will take to apply a wedding-day-quality
makeup job. I know what pants of mine make me look fat, which ones
make that nice full-basket look, and am aware that vertical stripes
are more slimming than horizontal ones. But would I let some quack
semi-surgeon sleazebag slit my penis open to make it appear fuller
and longer, even if he could promise me that I would have a better
than 75% chance of not losing sensation in it. Not freaking likely.
So what gives girls? What is going on here? I can only assume that
there is some kind of double standard at work.
I truly sympathize with anyone who has suffered an undesired surgery
resulting from breast cancer, or any other genuine medical crisis.
I can understand that coping with cancer, as well as the attendant
emotional fallout of a radical or partial mastectomy is not an easy
thing. This is not the same. I am talking about pure vanity and
nothing else, and a decision that has health implications at least
potentially equal to that.
Many women I have spoken to admit that they simply don't like
their breasts, and feel that the technological ability to alter
them is within their grasp, so why not? Why not indeed? Maybe because
it's a monstrous perversion of nature, not to mention a world-class
deception, based on the idea that you can fool all the people, at
least some of the time if you've got enough money?
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