Before I continue on with
the Thursday Diary for this week, I thought that I would post a music
video for all of you that is linked to today's subject.
Now, granted, I know that
some of you are already annoyed by the song. I'll be the first to
admit that “Barbie Girl” isn't my favourite song by Aqua.
(I'm more of a “Turn
Back Time” kind of guy.)
However, the reason why I
have posted this song is because of a song lyric that I purposely
want to contradict. That sometimes life in plastic...ain't always
fantastic. Now, I warn you ahead of time that a lot of the points
that I will be making in this particular blog comes from a note that
I wrote three years ago...but sometimes there comes a time
August
8, 2013
I
can't believe it's the eighth of August already. It's a day that I
like to refer to as “Crazy Eights” day, as if you write the date
out numerically, it reads as 8/8. Get it? Crazy eights?
(Ahem...if
you're stretching and you know it clap your hands! Clap Clap!)
Anyway,
I suppose that since the theme of the day is “Crazy”, I thought
that I would talk about a subject that drives me absolutely bonkers.
It's something that I see many people doing – some of which who are
absolutely beaming with pride over it. Yet as far as I am concerned,
I think that it is totally unnecessary. And although I'll likely
start up a debate with my honest opinion on this very subject, I
still stand by my opinion.
That
subject is on plastic and cosmetic surgery.
I
mean, is it just me, or does it seem to me that more and more people
out there in the world are becoming obsessed with cosmetic surgery?
Everywhere we look we're bombarded by images of people getting nipped
and tucked with the promise that if we want to we can look like we're
twenty-eight again at any age!
And,
I gotta tell you. I'm not all that impressed.
At
32, I have come to one conclusion about myself. I'm not the perfect
specimen on what a man should look like. I have flab. My hair is
thinning on top. And as for the rest of my body, I have so much hair
that I could maybe give Robin Williams a run for his money!
(Well,
okay...maybe it's not QUITE that bad.)
The
truth is that for guys and gals all over the planet, many of us
strive for that one little thing called perfection. We're all
brainwashed into believing that perfection is the only way of living
our lives. We have to have the perfect body. We have to have the
perfect tan. We have to have the perfect smile. Perfect, perfect,
perfect.
How
perfectly ridiculous.
Here's
a news flash. Perfection is impossible to achieve. It doesn't
matter how good your genes are, or how much money you have to burn.
Nobody is ever perfect. Everyone has that one little flaw about
themselves whether they'll publicly admit to it or not.
Unfortunately,
some people will not listen to reason. You could walk down Wilshire
Boulevard in Los Angeles and scream that message out with a gigantic
megaphone, and still people will tune you out. I mean, look at a
place like Hollywood, California – a place that celebrates public
bronzing and rewards the ability to squeeze into a size zero dress
with prime roles in summer blockbusters. Many people strive to
become a part of that inner circle of actors, directors and
producers, and as far as I'm concerned, it's not something that I
would want for myself at all.
My
opinion is that it's a place where if you know the right plastic
surgeon, then anybody can achieve their dream of being a living
Barbie doll driving around in a pink, plastic convertible to their
Malibu beach house where their equally plastic Ken is waiting for you
with plastic underpants and a painted-on smile.
Yeah,
that's not what I want out of life either. Besides, plastic
underpants sound uncomfortable. I'll stick to cotton, thanks.
I
guess what I struggle to come to terms with is why so many people
would feel the need to alter their appearances with cosmetic surgery
when in all honesty, there is absolutely nothing wrong with them at
all. I just don't get it.
Before
I go on with my arguments though, I just want to state that depending
on the circumstances, I can see where cosmetic surgery can be a good
thing. If a person gets a tattoo that they absolutely regret and
they want to undergo a laser procedure to remove it, I say go for it.
The same deal goes for reconstructive surgery after a severe car
accident or a brutal round of cancer treatments, or if a person
suffers severe burns.
And
you know what? Even if people have a healthy attitude about going
under the knife, and are absolutely honest about the work that they
have had done (I'm specifically looking at Cher and Dolly Parton when
I say this), then I'm going to respect them for it, because I believe
that they had the procedures done because they wanted them for
themselves. They didn't do it to impress other people or to get a
film role. Heck, the late Jeanne Cooper actually had a facelift done on the set of "The Young and the Restless", as a way of educating people on what plastic surgery is really like.
That
said, I do wish that more people would accept the idea of aging
gracefully. This might just be my crazy opinion, but I think that
aging is one of the most beautiful things about life. All of those
wrinkles, age spots, surgical scars from medical emergencies, and
fine lines tell the story of a life that was well-lived. Every face
tells a story, and sometimes the most interesting tales come from
those who have the most laugh lines on their faces. But again,
that's just from my perspective.
Again,
I'm not completely against plastic surgery if it is done for the
right reasons (some of which I have mentioned above). But what I do
take issue to is the number of young women who are already naturally
beautiful feeling as though that natural beauty simply isn't enough,
and they feel that the only way to feel beautiful is to go under the
knife and undergo a bunch of procedures that make them feel
beautiful, when in reality they look no different from a Barbie doll
or a Stepford wife.
Case
in point...Heidi Montag. Now, many of you are wondering who Heidi
Montag is. Apparently she starred on some reality show called “The
Hills” with her husband Spencer Pratt, and some other wannabe
reality show celebs who have seemingly disappeared since the show was
axed a few years ago.
But
anyway...when I look back at photos of Heidi Montag from, say, 2007,
2008...she was an absolutely gorgeous stunner. She had natural
beauty, and her smile could light up a room. Therefore the very fact
that she would have close to a dozen cosmetic surgeries in ONE DAY in
an effort to enhance that beauty makes me want to bash my head
against a wall.
Never
mind the fact that Heidi Montag didn't need the surgery to begin
with. At the time that she had the work done, she was TWENTY-THREE!
I mean, seriously? I don't know about most of you out there, but
when I was 23, I certainly didn't think about cosmetic surgery to
improve my looks. The thought never even crossed my mind. When
you're 23, you eat a sensible diet, you work out at a gym, you may
even buy a brand new outfit...but to have plastic surgery? I mean,
what was she thinking?
And
here's the tragic irony of it all. When the scars healed and the
swelling went down, I'm sorry to say it but all the work Heidi Montag
went through to beautify herself was for naught. Sure,
aesthetically, it looked good – in a completely manufactured
plastic way. The natural beauty that once defined Heidi Montag was
erased forever. A real shame.
And
don't even get me started on the 2005 reality television series known
as “The Swan”. The television show aired on FOX for, I believe
two seasons – which according to me is two seasons too many, and
the premise of the show was simple. You'd have a bunch of women
competing against each other in a beauty pageant after they've had a
makeover done, and the winner would be known as “The Swan”.
Now,
if this show only focused on hair, wardrobe, and juggling flaming
torches as they do on the Miss America pageant, it wouldn't have been
such a big deal. But when you consider that “The Swan” basically
took random women, performed EVERY POSSIBLE COSMETIC SURGERY IN THE
WORLD on them, and then forced them to compete against each other in
the pageant, that raises a red flag.
In
fact, I'll state for the record...it was the most disgusting and
cruel reality show ever produced and shame on FOX for greenlighting
it.
Would
you like an example to showcase what I mean? Well, here's a clip of
the eventual season one winner, Rachel Love-Frasier. At the time the
show was filmed, she was 27 years old. By clicking HERE, you can
watch the transformation – if you can stomach it.
Now,
granted, Rachel did seem very happy with the end result, and I'm
certainly not going to take that emotion away from her. It was a
life-changing event, and she seemed to really embrace her new look.
The issue I have is...was it really necessary for her to undergo all
that surgery when all she really may have needed was self-esteem?
I
honestly thought that she looked beautiful before. If anything, the
only problem that she had was that she had a father who didn't
believe in her and a husband who was a complete pig. I imagine that
had she cut both of them out of her life, she could have realized
that she didn't need to have all that work done to impress them. I
think a better way the show could have handled it was by giving her a
“What Not To Wear” style makeover, letting the husband and father
see her all dolled up, and then Rachel gaining the self-confidence
needed to tell them to go suck an egg as she left them in the dust to
pursue her brand new wonderful life.
That's
something that I would have loved to see.
Here's
the truth. People have cellulite. I don't care to read all about
which stars have it at the supermarket counter, nor do I want to see
an expose on Entertainment Tonight about it. It's insulting and
embarrassing the way that these forms of media treat cellulite as if
it is some contagious disease. Supermodels have it. The hosts of
Entertainment Tonight have it. Hell, I'll bet you that I have it!!!
It's cellulite, not leprosy! Sheesh!
And
it's not just women who get the scrutiny about looks. As a man, I
get bombarded by it too. If I don't have 6-pack abs and have the
body to look good in a pair of Calvin Klein tighty-whities, then I
best just throw myself off a cliff.
I
think that society as a whole puts way too much pressure on people to
look a certain way. Society's complete focus on outer beauty is so
great that it makes others put less emphasis on inner beauty, if any
is put on at all. And, that's a real shame. I'd rather live in a
world filled with people who don't fit the mould and have healthy
attitudes rather than a world of perfect looking people who act like
complete jerks because of their ever growing insecurities.
I
do not fit the role of being a tall, rugged, masculine looking, manly
man. Well, okay, I AM tall, but that hardly constitutes being a
perfect specimen. The difference is that I've accepted my
imperfections as something that makes me unique. I have a
snaggletooth and an overbite. I wear glasses. I have a bit of a soft
gut. These are things that make me who I am. I suppose I could get
veneers, laser eye surgery, and do about eighty thousand crunches to
make my abs as hard as a rock...but I don't feel the need to do that.
As long as my insides work perfectly fine and I'm in fairly good
health, then that's all that matters. Besides, at the very least, I
use Old Spice products, so I can be the man your man can smell like.
I guess in a way, I really respect people who can look at themselves
and tell themselves that they are great people both inside and
out...people who are proud of their wrinkles and imperfections.
People who don't give a damn what other people say except for those
who truly matter to them.
And,
really, that's what I find beautiful. People who can look at
themselves in the mirror and like what they see no matter what size
or shape they are. True beauty comes from within. I'm hoping that in
this world there are more people who can see that anybody at any size
or any age can have a truly beautiful life if they look within
themselves.
Wouldn't that be beautiful?
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