Thursday, December 14, 2006
Xiaxue's got a nose job. A
sponsored nose job, my gosh.
Not that I'd want anybody to sponsor any plastic surgery that I might undergo. But I guess it's just an affirmation of what a famous blogger she is. Must be surreal.
And no, I wouldn't do plastic surgery, sponsored or otherwise. I'm quite fine with other people going for cosmetic surgery, but I have issues with strange doctors cutting me up unnecessarily.
It doesn't help that I've watched one too many episodes of
Extreme Makeover, some parts of which they show you the tubes stuck into people's bodies, with red or yellow liquid (or both) flowing in or out. And there's another makeover show, which I've forgotten the title of, but in one particular episode, this girl had a big-ass gaping hole in her thigh after liposuction, and blood kept flowing out of it.
I'm sorry if I made you lose your appetite. If it makes you feel any better I also lost my appetite typing that.
Why do people do this kind of things to themselves? Granted, it's the surgeon doing the cutting, not the patient, but it's the patient paying the surgeon to do the cutting. And now I have another question in mind...
What kind of person would want to be a cosmetic surgeon? Does it pay well? Beyond the pay, what else is there? Even though these surgeons are medically certified, I wouldn't think of them as real doctors. They're not really saving lives.
Whenever I go for my dental appointment, I'd wonder why a dentist would want to be a dentist. Personally I'm not too keen on peering into people's mouths, witness gum diseases and what-not and use weird metal instruments on such delicate areas. On my last visit, the dentist was busy, and I was waiting in the big chair in the room. After a while, I got bored and started playing with said instruments a la Mr Bean, except I didn't stick the stuff into my mouth. Nevertheless, I got pretty freaked out.
At least dental health is a necessity. A new nose isn't a must, although I guess there are exeptions like accidents whereby your features get all messed up.
... Well, I'm not the person to pass judgement on this. Honestly, no one can. It's one big grey area. Watching Extreme Makeover, there were all these people who were, to put it nicely, aesthetically challenged. Thus they had low self esteems. After the "after", you see them all happy and confident.
Does life really become better? If yes, then does this reaffirm the "this-world-is-so-shallow" accusation?
Oh gosh, this is so confusing. On on hand, it looks so true, yet on the other, there are a million loopholes to it. What defines shallow anyway? Is it absolute? Is it relative?
Well, I don't think that I'm a shallow person, although some people will disagree. Of course I have my shallow moments, I'll admit to that, but I'm conscious of it. Does that make it any better? I don't know.
Like the whole prom thing. I was pretty obsessed for a while, with the dress, hair, make-up, manicure, pedicure, accessories, bag, shoes... And then it just ended with one night, and a really disappointing night at that. Was it worth it? The $95 ticket was obviously not, but at least the photos captured the better moments, which featured all the superficial things.
Shallow? I have no idea.
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As usual, I have blogged into the wee hours of the morning. I'm going to sleep now, and hopefully blog more tomorrow. Goodnight.
♥ The lights faded at
1:25 am
