on fake titties, fat lips and family values
redefining resilience in an age of plastic surgery
So dear reader,
I was in downtown Halifax just the other day.
It was a heavy tourist day.
A family walked by - Dad, his sons, his wife and their adult daughter.
The dad and mom looked my age - middle aged.
Dad had really nice skin - it was smooth, no wrinkles.
He had really great hair and very nice clothes.
Mom?
She may have been a fox at one time.
Though she was more lady gaga these days.
That’s right dear reader, she had a pokerface.
Well…
With that much botox and plastic, even if this lady had an emotion, that mug of hers wasn’t moving.
Her clothes though? Elegant?
Fashoon-able?
Slick?
Perhaps but certainly not ‘pretty’.
There’s something about being pretty. This lady couldn’t pull that off.
But what stood out the most about her?
No, it was not her punching bag lips.
A question dear reader, when did it become attractive for women to look like they had hotdogs where their lips should be?
At what point in time did men decide that kissing guppies was fun?
Maybe puffy lips like this are a safety feature…
R…
