Plastic Surgery, where did we go wrong

So today I picked up my SELF magazine and out of boredom really, flipped through the pages, to find anything that looked appealing to read, or just to look at the pretty pictures. So I came to the very last page, and there was an article about Plastic Surgery. And SELF had interviewed a women who was going in for her 100th surgery!!! Why in the world!!  Ok now I will admit, the thought of someone just comming in and sucking out everything that I dont want, sounds…in a sick way, like a great idea. I wont do it, but I have thought about it. But whats sad is it had a before and after picture of this woman. And she even though she didnt feel it, she was so beautiful. What made her change EVERYTHING about her. What made her crack. Why are woman so comsumed in being beautiful. Yeah we all want to feel good about ourselves, but at the risk of loosing ourselves, and not to mention, that many surgeries, must have taken a tole on her body.  I looked again at her pictures. Yeah I could recognize her, but only because this article told me this was her, otherwise I never would have known. Why do we do this to ourselves. Jacko, move on over, I think you’ve got yourself some competition!

1 comment November 14, 2006

Is my Lover my Brother?

Today as I was getting ready for work, a commercial came on advertising today’s Montel Williams show. Not that I watch this show often….or ever. But earlier that day, I was cleaning house/ my closet and turned on the TV. Tyra Banks. Love her. Love her show. Anyways back to my story, the commercial came on where a, what looked like a 15 yr. old girl was sitting on the chair, and grabbed her actual full blood relative brother and kissed him on the lips and said, ” i just love him thats why!”

Now I would have loved to have seen my face when I saw this because the first thing I thought was,

“Oh shit! What the….I cant even imagine this ever happening. Why in the world, would she…or he….shit…..”

But then I really started to think about this…..why would they like each other in a romantic type way. And why would having sex with your own flesh and blood sound appealing???  I didnt understand this at all. So I went straight to my computer and googled it. This happens to be very very common. There is even a site set up for a woman who is in love with her brother and a forum for people to leave comments. Here’s what others had to say

“Go see a therapist”

“Hope you rot in hell, Bitch.”

“Oh Wow. Ive had this problem before. What you need to do is seduce him with Roman Candles in your bedroom. Touch his Peter. Tell him you love him. Then marry him. You crazy Fuck!”

“Your sick and perverted. You should not have sexual relations with any family member. GO TO COUNSELING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I kind of felt bad for this girl. Why would she feel this way. Yes we all know and feel that it is wrong, but I am not one to judge her. I do think that she needs help. But how sad. How sad it is. There is no way I could ever look at my little brother who I used to help change his diaper and say to myself ” yeah, he’s hot, I’d smack that!” No way in hell would I ever think that. I wonder what happened to her to make her feel these….these….bad bad thoughts.  Ive just gotta pray for her, and hope she does seek a therapist. And Please please dont make out with your brother on live TV….no one wants to see it……..uugghh!

“I love him…what?”

Add a comment November 9, 2006

Are woman just hunters in a game called love?

As I sat in my usual chair at Starbucks(barnes and Nobles), waiting for my coffee to be made, White Chocolate Mocha please, and reading my book, I saw a gentlemen walk in. He was in a suit. I dunno there is something about a guy in a suit…that just screams (I want some). But he walks in and heads straight to the back of the line. He walked with such confidence. I watched him for a moment, thinking about where he must work, or what he was doing, that made him want to wear a suit today. And it was a nice suit too might I say. It was all black, with a Pink swirly type shirt and a bright pink tie. Plus not to mention the fact that he was quite the attractive guy. Great smile. Amazing Eyes. And his hands they looked so soft. For a moment I lost track of where I was in my book. I looked around too see if anyone saw me staring. And too my suprise, every woman’s eyes were fixed on him too.  It was like we all secretly wanted him, and he had no idea. I felt like we were all wild animals like lions or something….just waiting to see who was going to pounce on the water buffalo first. You could see the intensity in their eyes. Is that what women are? Just lioness in the jungle, and when an attractive Lion/hot guy stumbles in, he gets attacked?

While I was sitting there thinking about this guy, two separate ladies walked up to him and introduced themselves. “Hi Im Karen!!  Whats your name?”  This girl reminded me of Patty Sincox from the Movie GREASE. But she was so excited when she said this you would have thought she had ADD or something. Then the second girl,” And my name is Ashley! I have never seen you here before. Wow, thats a great tie, what an amazing tie, seriously looks amazing on you. You can come sit by me, look an empty chair!”

The first girl looked behind her and there was no extra chair where she was…so she was defeated…and said goodbye and sat back down. 

It was honestly so funny that i started to giggle outloud.  So many woman are in a race to find “Mr. Right,” that they sometimes embarrass themselves. Its like a game, a hunt, a timed event. Get one before they are all gone. I say who cares. I dont want to be with someone for the wrong reasons. I would rather be single for the rest of my life for the right reasons.

“White Chocolate Mocha is up!”

Went and grabbed my coffee and sat back down in my seat, and went back to my book 1984.

Add a comment November 8, 2006