I've just spent three days in Facelift Land, and while I don't begrudge anyone a nip here or a tuck there, I saw some women today who had gone severely overboard in their, uh, remodeling. The worst was a woman with the body of a seventy-something-(or older)-year-old and the face of a fifteen-year-old. It was startling and disturbing; I stared. I couldn't help it. The face was very "cute", perky, whimsical almost, with a disturbing inquisitive expression.
But then, maybe I'm mistaken here. Maybe she didn't succumb to repeated facelifts. Maybe she just had a face transplant. There's no end to what the almighty dollar can buy.
Anyway, I'm smiled-out and really glad I don't work in retail. I did that in a prior life and it about killed me.