Plastic Surgery Shows
As I flick through the channels on the television, I've have noticed an increasing number of plastic surgery shows. I like them better than the conventional makeover shows, the here's-5000-dollars-and-GO! programs that end with the host cooing over how improved the victim looks. I think what has become my sick fascination with them is what keeps them on television. I'm especially a fan of "Dr. 90210," where the patients and surgeons seem about equally vain. There is something ugly about being willing have to have someone carve up your face to be beautiful.
I am entranced by the perverted, brutal nature that attaining beauty has taken. There is something entertaining about seeing a man fret about having a non-protruding chin, because the devastation he feels over something I wouldn't even notice is an entirely alien idea to me. Few people seem to enjoy watching the actual surgeries, except to occasionally glance over and see how horrible the horror actually is. Seeing a scalpel slice someone's hairline is usually enough. But we need to have the surgery filmed, to feel how bloody and messy it is. There is a sick satisfaction in seeing how ugly an act, a surgery people have to go through to feel better about themselves. It is reassuring that the to all appearances beautiful woman is uncomfortable with herself, like the average person. But the horrific aspect is in seeing that they find it worth mutilating themselves.
The greater question that these shows raise is a good one, I think. Okay, so you're getting plastic surgery, but why in the world would you want it documented on national television? While the clothing/hair/makeup makeovers are kind of sweet, heart-warming affairs, the plastic surgery makeovers are gruesome, if fascinating. We need to stop our obsession with micromanaging. Once it gets to the point where you must be in control of the shape of your face, it's gone too far. Live life a little organic, it'll be fun. And watch
Here's my advice for the day: if you're going to have your fifteen minutes of fame, make sure that 12 of them don't feature you being carved like a Thanksgiving turkey.
I am entranced by the perverted, brutal nature that attaining beauty has taken. There is something entertaining about seeing a man fret about having a non-protruding chin, because the devastation he feels over something I wouldn't even notice is an entirely alien idea to me. Few people seem to enjoy watching the actual surgeries, except to occasionally glance over and see how horrible the horror actually is. Seeing a scalpel slice someone's hairline is usually enough. But we need to have the surgery filmed, to feel how bloody and messy it is. There is a sick satisfaction in seeing how ugly an act, a surgery people have to go through to feel better about themselves. It is reassuring that the to all appearances beautiful woman is uncomfortable with herself, like the average person. But the horrific aspect is in seeing that they find it worth mutilating themselves.
The greater question that these shows raise is a good one, I think. Okay, so you're getting plastic surgery, but why in the world would you want it documented on national television? While the clothing/hair/makeup makeovers are kind of sweet, heart-warming affairs, the plastic surgery makeovers are gruesome, if fascinating. We need to stop our obsession with micromanaging. Once it gets to the point where you must be in control of the shape of your face, it's gone too far. Live life a little organic, it'll be fun. And watch
Here's my advice for the day: if you're going to have your fifteen minutes of fame, make sure that 12 of them don't feature you being carved like a Thanksgiving turkey.
posted by Meredith at 9:08 PM
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