Plastic Surgery (Beauty)
GifMike: Industry seeking beauty or low self esteem jackels. Begin.
Locke: I’m all for anything that makes the leper colony of humanity easier to look at.
Demosthenes: To me there is nothing uglier than someone so consumed with their own imperfections and how they are perceived by other people that they’re willing to pay to carve themselves up. The entire industry feeds and profits off our insecurities not unlike the fashion industry. If we all accepted being unique as what’s really attractive and reveled in our individuality neither field would exist.
Locke: That certainly may be true but in the end I think it’s more about sex than anything else. We all want more than we’re getting or at least we want to be desired more. We all want to be wanted sexually by the people we’re attracted to, and when we’re not we start searching for something to change that.
Demosthenes: It always goes back to sex with you. I refuse to believe that all the humans on the planet do nothing for any reason besides sex.
Locke: Refuse to believe all you want. But I have turned down women before a breast job, then jumped right in immediately after. I was not attracted, then I was. That’s worth money to alot of people.
Demosthenes: You’re a pig. Have you ever changed your opinion of a woman because of some type of plastic surgery GifMike?
GifMike: Um, women aren’t the only one’s to take advantage of said surgery, but I’d have to say yes.
Locke: Ha
GifMike: lol, I’m not agreeing with you. On the contrary, I don’t care so much about breast jobs or tattoo removal, bionic legs, or any kind of needed reconstructive surgery. But I do tend to judge any woman or man that elects to change their face for no other reason than to be more attractive. To feel so bad about yourself that you pay to have someone permanantly sew a mask onto your face forever is insane. From that point on, no matter how insignifigant you think the changes are, whether it’s a little tuck or just a touch of botox or collegen, you can never again know exactly what you look like. The reflection in the mirror can be only a shadow or echo of the face you had and it can never be undone. From that point, until the day you die, you have to stare into the eyes of a person who found you so repulsive they opted to hide rather than look at you. We all have things we don’t like about ourselves. My nose is too big, but I can smell a churro at two clicks. My chin is weak but I can grow a fine beard. Asthetically I’m not really pleasing sexually at all, but I’m charming as hell. To quote Stephen Wright ‘Life is like a bad mechanic, if it CAN’T fix your brakes it WILL make your horn louder’. And there is nothing more attractive in the world than a woman who has wrinkles and crow’s feet and saggy things all over and never gives them a second thought. That’s the woman I want to please.
to be continued…