by Joelle Litt

Move over Kayan Tribe, Hollywood is here!

Plastic Surgery for the pretty; this seems to be where things are heading in pop culture and our society. I do not intend to start naming names, but I am quite sure that the average individual has a decent idea of a few choice characters that I may or may not be speaking of. I for one keep my distance from gossip magazines and entertainment exploits, and even I am still crystal clear on the recent and occurring happenings in Hollywood.

Those that know me, also likely know my view points on cosmetic surgery. Botox, a viable possibility in ten or so years, but knives and sucking and stuffing…I am no Thanksgiving turkey, thank you, I am a human being. Those that know me also argue that I am not a physical misfortune, but correct me if I’m wrong these girls, or girl I should say, signing herself up for 10 procedures in a single afternoon, wasn’t all that tragic in appearance either.

Imagine a world where all of our lips look the same plumped up from yesterday’s collagen injection, the stores stocked full with only one bra size, the universe completely wiped out of bleach from our lustrous Barbie locks, and facial expressions never to be seen again. Sounds more like something taken off of a bookstore shelf under the listing of King, Stephen.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Just because I don’t think this ‘Stephen King of a horror’ world is ideal, doesn’t mean that entourages and plastic surgeons everywhere don’t. But, for now I will be satisfied just taking the simple pleasure of knowing that I have the ability to speak volumes with the various expressions of my face, my breasts are not at risk of exploding, and I can sit on a chair knowing that my ass is mine.

Perhaps I should just accept Hollywood for what it is. Like the Kayan ‘long neck’ tribe is to Burma…Hollywood’s ‘pretty patients’ is to North America. No one seems to give them grief over changing what looks to be a perfectly good neck.