Okay, so I’m sitting here in front of Dr 90210 (Saturdays at 9:30, only on E!) between ads for Snoop Dogg’s FATHERHOOD (”I’m a professional, man. When it comes to kids, man… I know what I’m doing, man.” – Straight from the Dogg’s mouth) and I wonder, basically… why the FUCK anyone would want to do that to themselves. I mean, sure, in extreme cases, but tonight there was this chick who wanted her “upper breasts to be a bit pooffier. But not too pooffy; I don’t want to be pigeonholed into bimbo roles. Just a bit… pooffier.” This is coming from Angelina, the model-slash-actress.
I suppose they don’t tell you, at your consultation, “yeah, we’re going to slice huge pieces of skin off your stomach with this disgusting hissing thing that looks like it belongs in an evil dentist’s surgery, and all your muscles and internal organs will be exposed, and then we’re going to cut a hole in your breast and pull out all this disgusting stringy, lumpy crap, and then we’re going to literally pull at the hole and stuff in this silicon implant. And then we’ll broadcast it on international television, and people will judge you and blog about you.”
It just seems SO disgusting. I wonder if you can feel the implants? What if something goes wrong? What if it bursts or something? I just know that wouldn’t want anything like that inside me. Dude, if you’re THAT concerned, wear a push-up bra.
