May 24, 2006


Poop Culture

Okay, there's this woman that was on Oprah awhile back. She's hooked on plastic surgery. I guess it's easier than phonics, though certainly more expensive. She looks like a freak, in a Barbie way, not like that Wildenstein oddity who wants to look like her cats. But freak is a relative term, I'm learning.

Anyway, this Barbie plastic cheese ball turned up on some other show I flew past last night, one of those multi-hosted cotton candy attention deficit bottom feeder extravangas that carefully document our obsession with the lowest common denominator. You know the ones.

I stopped when I saw her bizarre doll head - the plastic surgery girl, not the hostess - and wondered why on earth she was back in the pseudo-news. Had she saved children from a burning bus? Invented a fuel alternative? Negotiated peace in the Middle East?

Nope. She was going ahead - and nobody could stop her - with her next level of bodywork. She carefully documented what she was going to have done - and nobody could stop her - as calmly as I select a wine to go with dinner.

I know how to stop her. Turn off the damn camera.

1 Comments:

Blogger Rainypete said...

Bodywork is a good term for it. Soon she'll need bondo and a few coats of paint. Does she have to stay away from heat sources now that she's made mostly of polymers?

May 24, 2006 12:02 PM  

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