For this article from the New York Times:
It’s Botox for You, Dear Bridesmaids
Uh, yeah…remember that postcard I got from the Center for Plastic Surgery that I thought was so offensive and thoroughly made fun of? I guess the joke is on me.
I think I’ve sprained my eyes from rolling them so hard.
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So much of this article was creepy on so many levels. Here are my nominations for the two creepiest parts, though:
1. The bride who wanted her atatendants to have breast enhancement.
2. The bride who broke up friendships with the women who wouldn’t do spray tanning per her specifications.
Unbelievable. Is a wedding day about being united with the person you love in a ceremony witnessed by friends and family — or is it about reaching the pinnacle in artificial everything in the quest to be beautiful?
Creepy.
Oops — attendants not whatever the heck that was that I typed!
Hmmm, maybe I should let the kids freeze me in carbonite and then thaw me out for weddings and other special occasions – heaven knows I wouldn’t want to embarrass them by looking old enough to be ….. their father.
Just how superficial can the ‘elite’ of the human race get? Pretty sad.
My favourite line: “I’ll spend the money on Botox rather than lunch.”
And by “favourite,” I mean it made me cry a little. Not in a good way.