Television Is a Farce

So as you know, I was at a taping of a television show last, last Saturday morning.

If you haven't seen the show, here is the synopsis:

It's based on first impressions....

Someone is being interviewed to talk about how crappy their life is and how shitty they look.
At the end of the interview they realize that there is a jury of 9 people sitting behind a two-way mirror that have been judging them the whole time they have been in the interview. THEY GET TO WATCH the jury's first impressions which are NOT VERY NICE, on purpose. The person is told that they are going to get a makeover.

They get the makeover. Teeth, skin, hair, makeup, fitness, clothes, counselling, etc. Eight weeks later, they come back for an interview.

9 different jury members have been judging them, and they hear all of the comments to make them feel wonderful.

Ok, so I was HOPING that it would be the after-jury. I wasn't so lucky.

Here we had to sit, making fun of these FRAGILE, RUN DOWN, women, while they cried behind the glass. I couldn't do it. What I did say wasn't mean, but some of the other jury members were BRUTAL. These women had gross, greasy hair, shoddy clothes, facial hair, etc. I'm pretty sure that they were told to grow their facial hair, because I can't see someone going for an interview without taking care of it beforehand. It wasn't long - it was stubble at that point. Dead giveaway.

Television is soooooooooo staged. We all had to smile on cue, nod on cue, laugh on cue, and at one point, the producer asked me to repeat the sentence:

" She needs to find her inner bombshell."

You all realize I would never say anything like that...but I'm assuming they needed SOMETHING from me so they instructed me to say it.

At one point, we all got the giggles...the guy beside me was my friend's brother...he has some weird condition that when there are bright lights, his eyes burn and start to tear. Its painful for him. Here he was, looking away from the mirror, tears streaming down his face. We were all howling with laughter while the candidate pretended that she saw us behind the glass for the first time. Meanwhile, it was like the 5th time. Anyhow, when the lights came on, we couldn't compose ourselves. We were pissing our pants. When the lights went off and we could see the candidate again, she was crying. I hope she didn't think we were laughing at her. God, I hope that wasn't the case.

I wanted to hug both of these women. I can't wait to discover how the makeover transformed them, physically and emotionally. They could both use some TLC.

I mean, who the f&*% were we to judge these women? Half of us in the jury needed our OWN makeovers.

Now let's talk about the host. I thought he was kinda cute before the show. After the show, I thought he was the most egotistical, self-absorbed individual. It was actually funny. We were behind the mirror and through the taping of both shows, I would estimate that he was either adjusting or looking at himself in that mirror about 75 times. No word of a lie. He thought he was all that and a bag of chips. Sad, really.

By the end of the taping, I was soooo happy to get out of there.

It won't air until the spring. They say the camera adds 10 lbs so that will be nice to see. Not.

We couldn't wear black, white, red, stripes or designs, ribbed shirts, etc. Doesn't leave a lot for me to wear, since most of my closet is made up of those colours.

Anyhooo that was my 15 minutes I guess. Not sure that I would do it again.

If I learned one thing from this whole experience, it's that I won't believe anything I see on TV from now on. Everything is staged. Everything.

Style By Jury

Has anyone ever seen this show?

Well it just so happens that a friend of mine is a friend of the producer and he needed jury members......and yours truly will be in the jury this Saturday morning.

Meredith + style is an oxymoron, but whatever.

I'm hoping that I end up on the 'after jury' because cutting someone up....when I am no beauty queen... seems a little hypocritical.

I'll let you know what day the show will be on.

Autographs will be given to those that want one.

Is It Wrong?

Is it wrong....





to want to see....







Dirty Dancing The Musical?

Debbie Downer in Disneyland

Oh my goodness. How funny is this? It reminds me of the Carol Burnett Show when the whole cast would start howling.

Volleybrawl

I've learned something about myself in the past few years.

I don't really have a competitive bone in my body, until I step onto the court or playing field for any sport. Then my passion takes over, and I become a turbo bitch.

I recently played volleyball for my alumni high school reunion. The team that I organized, ended up being very good. Of 9 teams, we were the oldest, and we lost in the finals. We did pretty damn awesome for having 10 years on the rest of the players. I REALLLYYY enjoyed this tournament because the caliber was perfect.

When you are in elementary school, you learn the following:

bump set spike
bump set spike

Not a hard concept.

Unless, of course, you are a player on my current team. I joined an intermediate level league, and the caliber is horrendously bad. So much so, that I find myself being more frustrated than not. I can't have a good time, because half of the people can't even volley or bump a friggin' ball. It's called the RECREATIONAL group, people. RECREATIONAL.

Why is it that people can't assess their own skills to know what level they should play at? Everyone tends to assume they are better than they truly are. Frustrating. I'm all for self confidence, but seriously. You suck.

There is this idiot on my team that thinks he is Mr. Wonderful, yet all he continues to do, is blast the stupid ball over the net. It doesn't matter if it's on the first hit, or the second hit. Even when I bump to him off the serve to set the ball, he will just zing it over. This guy sucks the big bag.

If the team was making 3 hits before the ball went over, I wouldn't have a problem with losing. I DO, however, have a problem with losing when people don't move for the ball, or they hog the ball, or they lift, palm, or carry it. It's embarrassing, really. Unfortunately, when this is going on, I turn into silent, angry athlete.

I go home frustrated every week. When I suggest to the team to actually call our lifts or call the palmed balls, they look at me like I am on crack. I would rather call a lift, than to see it actually fall onto the other side of the court and grant us a point. That would be like someone stealing a car. Yes, it may be nice, but it wasn't earned. One girl that is on my team is very good, so I think I will recruit her for an advanced team next season. I am done with "intermediate" level of play. What a waste of $90, let me tell ya. A hard earned ninety dollars (see post below).

My outlet for stress and frustration is sports. When that isn't accommodated, and instead contributes to more of it....I want to pull my hair out. I want to punch walls.

Next season, competitive sports. I am done with the pansies. I am done with the dumb asses. Bring on the skill baby.

It's time to get serious.

Owwwwww My Bloody Legs...

This past weekend I worked a shift with the Sport and Social Club. It was a 3-pitch tournament...I just can't bear to call it a 'softball' tournament, as they marketed it. Softball is with a pitcher on the OPPOSITE team, no rover, and with a real catcher....none of this throwing a female in that position to pick up balls off the ground. It's insulting to even watch.

Anyhooo, I had to get up at 5am, and if any of you know me well, I am anything but a morning person. Even though I knew I had to get up this early, I sat awake in bed until 1:45 - it's as though my body just can't comply with my wishes, and simply fall asleep. So, there I was, walking to the blue line on Eglinton at 5:40 am...to get to the subway to be picked up by another employee downtown. I wasn't aware that I would be working the whole 12 hours, but I ended up umping about 9 games, with a mere hour break in between. By the end of the day, I thought I was going to DIE. I asked the rest of the employees if they were sore and they all agreed.

I ended up calling my mother when I got home at 9pm. I asked her HOW THE HELL she worked on her feet ALL DAY at the Bay for 25 years?!?!!? She was 65 when she retired. She told me it was never her feet that hurt, but her hips instead. It's been years and years since I have had to work on my feet. I think back to working at the supermarket - shifts that were 8 hours long, standing in ONE PLACE. That is the killer. It's not being on your feet as much as it is not moving around.

So by the end of the day, I had throbbing feet, a sunburned face and neck, a sore lower back (which NEVER happens) and was a tad irritated at umping. It really made me question whether I want to referee volleyball. I'm not sure that it's worth the money or time. I was challenged, yelled at, ignored, and disrespected. I knew that it wouldn't be a wonderful job with no issues, but until you've done it, you have no clue. It's been years since I have played baseball, so the rules were a little fuzzy at first, which didn't help. I guess I have to decide whether I want to go in this direction at all anymore.

I slept like a log last night for 10 hours, which made up for my 3.5 the previous night. I also managed to nap in the afternoon. Back to the grind tomorrow. No rest for the wicked.

This two-job thing sucks eggs.

The good news? After being there all day, it gave me the itch to get involved in fast pitch again. I miss being the catcher. Crouching, giving signs, throwing to second base to get the runner out on a steal. Love it. The part I don't like? Running the bases, with my flat feet and my slow-ass.

It's embarrassing, really.

Even when I was thin, I was a slowpoke. I have two speeds when running:

Slow and stop.

Human Beat Box

I've heard some good beat boxers, but this guy is PHENOMENAL!

Who needs a dance club when you have this guy?

17 Year Reunion

This past Saturday was my 16-17 year reunion with my high school buddies.

I can't say that it was a lot of planning on my part....my co-planner, Suzie, volunteered her house for the event, and splurged for the burgers and dogs. Her house is like a wonderland for kids. It has a basketball court, hockey surface, pool, putting green, jungle gym and hot tub; NOT ONCE did the kids ask their parents to leave. They were having a grand time. The day was filled with laughter, conversation and great food.


I must admit that for the few weeks that preceded the reunion date, I was a bit of a mess. I was worried that not many people would show. This fear comes from the last 10 or so events that I have either organized or attended, whereby people RSVP'd as a yes and then never showed. The most recent example of this, was my Tuesday night volleyball organizing. I had 7 people, double confirm with me, and when it came down to the wire, none of them signed up. I was so happy that I didn't sign the team up on my credit card, as I would have been doubly pissed. Needless to say, my faith is people's "word" was very low. I even went so far as to bet Suzie 10 dollars that less than 30 of the 43 that confirmed would actually show up. Two hours into the event, we were missing only 2 of the girls.

Some of the girls I have known since elementary school. A few of us were in the same class from grade 3 and on. It amazed me, that after 16 years apart, it was as though no time had passed at all. Everyone had different lives, some married - some single. Some with kids, some pregnant. Regardless of how our lives had progressed, we were all excited to go back in time, reminiscing about our childhood and teenage years. There was a general consensus that none of us felt 35. It was as though we were pretending to live adult lives, whereas we all still felt 17 inside.

It was the best 10 dollars I ever lost.

Ngudu / Sarit

Has anyone seen the movie "About Schmidt"?

I LOVE that movie. It's easily a 10/10.

I recently watched it again at the cottage with a few people this summer. Once again, at the end, I bawled.

If you haven't seen it, and don't plan on it....

[SPOILER]

Jack Nicholson thinks that his life doesn't serve a purpose. His wife dies, he retires, his daughter gets married and doesn't want him around, and he's wandering aimlessly for most of the movie. During the movie, he is narrating the letters that he is writing to his sponsored child, Ngudu. He pronounces it as "EN-GOODU."

Well, at the end, he comes home and is feeling lower than low. He thinks his life is shit. He checks his mail and there is a letter from the agency. It is written by a missionary that is volunteering in the village that Ngudu lives in. He ends up drawing a picture for Schmidt. It's a picture of Ngudu holding Schmidt's hand. This brings him to tears and the movie ends. There is NO better ending to a movie than this one.

Today, after a long week at work, I arrived home and checked my mailbox. Alas, a letter from World Vision. I opened it, and it was a progress report on Sarit, my sponsored child in Thailand. Among the progress was an updated picture of him, his favourite fruits, colours, animals, etc. I was reading this on the elevator which I was sharing with another man. I flipped the page over and he had drawn me a picture with pencil crayons. It entailed the ocean, a tree, the sky, a carrot and the sun. Above the picture he had printed:

I LOVE YOU.

Well, holy moly. It was like I was reading sappy cards in the Hallmark store. It brought me to tears. The fella in the elevator probably wondered what news I had just read. Mind you, I am totally PMS'ing so I am more emotional than normal.

World Vision is a wonderful organization; I am so happy to have become a part of it. The progress reports and the letters from him are so exciting to receive, because I know my money is going directly to the child. $35 a month is nothing, considering I drop that in one night for dinner and a movie.

If you have ever considered getting involved, let me know. I will be happy to share my info with you.

Push It

Ok I was watching this cheesy movie on digital and happened to see this scene. Oh my goodness...this chick is so anal and boring on ER, and here she is..hilarious.

F*cking Sabbatical

I am going to try (seriously) to refrain from cursing so much. When I hear other females curse so unnecessarily, it makes me cringe. Nothing says tomboy like a girl that swears like a trucker. Sometimes the f-bomb can be hilarious, if used in the perfect context. I recall when one of the kids that I used to mentor asked me if I ever swore....(I can turn it off so well). I told her there was no reason to swear - that it was the act of a lazy person who couldn't be bothered to use unique language. Can you believe I said that? What a hypocrite. I had lived in the same house as her for about 6 months at that point. It's time I took some of my own advice.

In the meantime, I think I am going to take a wee break from blogging. Maybe a week, maybe two.

I have been feeling disinterested and overly cynical lately; it seems to have been seeping into my blog entries. No one needs to read about the negative so often. I shall surface when my disposition improves.

Until then, ta.

Great Apes

I saw this commercial the other day and giggled. I love their voices - so perfect.

Weddings and Showers

This has been a slow summer for weddings and showers. Thank goodness.

I've felt like this my whole life, for the most part. I don't enjoy weddings, and I truly hate showers. It's not that I think that devoting yourself to someone else for the rest of your life is stupid. Quite the opposite actually. I just don't understand why people must make this big frickin' deal about it. Most get realllllllly greedy in the process.

Let us analyze weddings:

Back in the day (40's, 50's, 60's, 70's), women stayed at home until they got married. Once they started their life with their husbands, they had nothing to start out with.

Enter the concept of registries.

Registries were created so that they were equipped with all of the important things to start up with. Cutlery, dishes, bedding, small appliances, etc. Now that we are in the twenty-first century, I can't name one person who has lived at home until they got married. Most have owned their own homes, which is a giant step from a few decades ago. For some reason, they now feel that they can create a registry that contains all of the items that are so expensive that they would never purchase them on their own. For example, Hilfiger sheets. $400. A set of Henckel steak knives. $175.

Give me a friggin break. If you already have sheets that work, and knives that cut, then why be so greedy?

I love the actual ceremony part of a wedding. Weirdly, I am one of those sappy chicks that gets emotional during the vows, etc. I think devoting yourself to one person for the rest of your life is beautiful. Keywords in that sentence are "rest of your life".

My thought is that due to the extreme divorce rate these days, gifts should be given when the couple reaches, say, 10 yrs. People can pitch in and send them on a holiday or something. That would be a fantastic gift don't you think?

I usually refuse to get anything off a registry. I usually buy the couple gift certificates to a nice restaurant that they would never usually treat themselves to. Or, I give money. I refuse to buy a fitted sheet for 200 dollars.

I also find that when you go to a wedding, people are all so rigid and are unable to loosen up. They are so concerned with their pantyhose staying up, or what fork to use, that they aren't themselves. Inevitably, the first song played is ABBA or The Village People, and they just get worse from there. Why someone would want the chicken dance played on their wedding day (or any day for that matter) is beyond me.

I promise you that if I ever get married, it will be a relaxed ceremony with a reception that takes place outside with burgers blazing on the barbecue. No gifts allowed. A band playing on a stage.

Now, let's talk about showers.

Showers are the most ridiculous of all traditions. Someone is getting married, and not only are you expected to give a great gift at the wedding, they want a gift beforehand. What the hell? Someone creates a gay hat for the bride-to-be to wear, and everyone goes ga-ga over the gifts that are being opened. Words you normally hear at a wedding shower?

Gorgeous.
Beautiful.
Precious.
Cute.

Again, people aren't themselves. I would rather poke pins in my eyes and watch Star Trek than go to a shower. I have blogged about this many times, but I crave "real" people and "real" experiences.

I can guarantee you as well, that if I am ever engaged to be married, I will give my friends and family STRICT instructions that I don't want a shower of any sort. Their presence, not presents, is what I covet. A movie night? Great! Sitting around opening gifts that I don't need from people that spent their hard earned money on? No thanks.

Baby showers are totally different. I understand the need for all of the baby-related items. I don't enjoy these get-togethers either, but I don't resent buying things in this case. I know they need them, and will use them. They serve a purpose.

I'm really not that grouchy. I just have very strong opinions about certain things.

And Laurelle, if you are reading this, I didn't hate your wedding. I enjoyed myself, but that is because I was happy that you were happy. I also liked that you let me buy my own dress for 59 dollars from Sears. Most of my friends have spent up to $500 on bridesmaid dresses. I also knew that you needed stuff since you and Greg had nothing. A set of pots was well worth the $1200 I spent on them.

You can't put a price on sisterhood :)

[Addition]

I just watched one of my favourite movies, "In her Shoes". Rose had the best wedding ever, in the best place ever, with the best guy ever. She knew how to do things right.

Meh

I was away last week at the cottage for three days and was camping for 3 days as well. The break did me a ton of good. I will blog about those experiences tomorrow. Once I returned to work, it wasn't a nice transition.

Between both of my jobs, I have been catching shit from everyone this week. People are generally pissed off for some reason. Maybe because the summer is almost over? I noticed that last night was a full moon which could be the culprit - but people have been verbally abusing me for doing my job(s). Nothing that I can't take, as I am a master shit-taker, but hopefully it ceases soon.

So it turns out that this whole volleyball officiating plan of mine, has been abolished by the Ontario Volleyball Association. They want to hold this clinic in MARCH. Makes sense right? Considering the high school and college/university seasons are DONE BY THEN. This sucks because they were going to fund this for me, and I would have been able to start in October. I could have told my current part-time employer to piss off. They have been cancelling shifts on me a lot lately, with no explanation, and it's really affecting my bank book.

Oh, and I got a notice in the mail stating that the government is auditing me this month to make sure that my moving expenses are legit. "Random audit" MY ASS. They audit me every second effen year. It's totally legit on my end, but it's a big pain in the ass to get together to send to them. Letters from my employer, receipts, forms to fill out, you name it.

Thank goodness the long weekend is coming up. Time to cuddle up in front of the television and do S.F.A. Just me, my 20 inch television, some movies, and a bag of Sweet Chili Heat Doritos.

Bring it on.

Miss Teen USA South Carolina 2007

Ok, I know most of you have already seen this but, man..it's good for a laugh.

"everywhere like..such as..."

LOL

One of the girls in our office is new and was feeling really behind and stupid today - I told her to watch this video and now she feels a WHOLE LOT BETTER.

Love it.

AHA!

Here I am, 9 months after moving back to Toronto.........

I assumed my remotes for my TV, DVD player, and VCR were lost in the move....therefore couldn't set the times, etc on these machines. I programmed the digital remote to control these devices, but they do the bare minimum.

I was rifling through my camping equipment today and voila! Somehow they ended up in these bags? (most likely when I was doing some desperate last minute packing a.k.a just throwing stuff into anything).

I can now set the times, and dates, and alarms on my T.V.

The simple things......

Say What You Do, Do What You Say

It's simple.

Commit to something and, well, do it.

If you're invited to a party, and it's a Friday night after a long week at work....and you are tired.. buck up, have a shower and get your ass in your car and get to that party. Chances are, that person accounted for your presence and bought groceries, drinks, etc for you.

If you confirm you will attend a concert, someone buys you a ticket....and you back out...open your fucking wallet and give that person what they paid for the ticket, regardless of whether you go or not. It should not be their problem to now find a replacement for you, the flaky friend.

If you give someone your 1000% "word" (which means shit nowadays), and you back out last minute, not only do you suck, but you are risking losing respect from that friend.

Recently I have experienced more cancellations from friends than "kept" commitments. It's rude, it's insulting, and it's a waste of my time. People seem to think that my time is less precious than theirs for some odd, ignorant reason.

If you know me at all, you know that I like straight forward people. Call it like you see it. If I ask you if you want to go to a concert and you don't feel like it, or hate the band - whatever...TELL ME IT SUCKS and you would rather stick pins in your eyes. I can at least move on, and know where you stand on the subject. I won't waste any further time on you.

Giving one's "word" is meaning less and less to me. I find this incredibly sad and unfortunate. This stuff didn't happen half as much back when our parents were younger. People accepted dinner invites months in advance and showed up when they were told. They didn't wait for better offers to surface in those 30 days. They didn't keep their options open. They declined invitations in between and kept their "word".

Nowadays, people feign interest, when they have no intentions on following through - then weakly hide behind their text messaging, cell phones, and emails, and cancel on stuff last minute. Most likely to go to a better offer that surfaced earlier in the day.

I am losing respect for people's value systems. They are disintegrating at a phenomenal rate.

I am officially taking a break from any sort of organizing for a while. The saddest part? No one will even notice, nor care.



* disclaimer - this does not include emergencies or unexpected kid issues, etc. I understand
circumstances beyond our control.

WHO ARE YOU????

I would like to know who is reading this blog....I have given this address out to a few people, but I am not sure who actually reads it.

For this reason, I would like you to sign the comment section below.

Let me know who you are, and how often you read my stuff. And anything relevant/irrelevant if you want.

Like, for example, what you just ate for lunch, or what foods give you gas, or how old you were when you first tried a cigarette. Anything you want.

Things Are Starting To Look Up

Finally, I have a few bits of good news.

The summer seems to have flown by, which makes me sad. Not so much for the hot weather, but for the long days that I love. I love waking up when it’s light out and I like that it doesn’t get dark until 9 or so. The lack of light in the winter gets me down.

Yesterday at work, I was watching 4 games on a giant field at St. Mike’s stadium downtown. As I sat there, I could hear rustling and I realized it was the fallen leaves on the ground flying around. I was in disbelief that leaves have already begun to fall.

The summer is on its way out and I haven’t even begun to enjoy it. I’ve been on my bike a mere 4 times. I haven’t camped yet. I haven’t gone on any road trips. I have been working and that is all. Working. Working. Working.

So yes, back to the good news:

1.

I found out, that the Ontario Volleyball Association, in the same building as I work in, received a grant from the government. They have chosen to apply it to their officiating clinics for women. This means that the officiating clinic/course I have been waiting to take will be....free! I also can get my Level 1 Coaching certificate, and manual for free. This alone saves me about $300. I was so pleasantly surprised because I never really had the cash to pay for the course in the first place. Reffing will help me financially, and it is something I have always wanted to do.

2.

I received a gift certificate in the mail from Addition Elle for $25. I could have kissed someone, since there is an overpriced sweater/blouse combo that I have had my eye on. Apparently I have spent over $500 there, of which $300 were gift certificates that my family gave me over the last year or so. The rest was probably stuff my friend Andrea bought there - she scans my card all the time when she makes a purchase.

3.

When I was in Cotton Ginny the other day, I tried on a pair of gauchos. I tried my normal size on and they were way too big. I tried the next size down and they were a little spacious as well. The sales girl told me to try one smaller. I told her there was no way it would fit since it’s been 8 yrs since I have fit into that size. They fucking fit me. I almost cried with joy. They were probably made bigger than usual, but hell, I’ll take it. I’ve noticed that I don’t look any smaller to the naked eye, but my body is redistributing. My cup size is too big now, and my legs don’t feel so enormous.

Hopefully this good luck keeps up, because it would be comforting to know that someone/something out there is looking out for me, and that my rough transition is starting to smooth out. For a while there, I was wondering if I had made a mistake by moving back to Toronto.

Fake Boobage, As Promised

Big Boob Nicknames:

Assets, Boobs, Hooters, Jugs, Knockers, Rack, Tits, Ba-Bearns
(got the last one from Laurelle)

Small Boob Nicknames:

Ant Bites, Fried Eggs, Ironing Board, Mole Hills, Mosquito Bites, 
Great American Flat-Lands 

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Now, what would you rather have, by looking at the above nicknames?
For some reason, big boobs are more acceptable in society than small
boobs. By small boobs, I mean B or smaller, and by big I mean C and larger.

Whenever a big boobed person hears of a small boobed person that is
thinking about getting a boob augmentation, they think they are crazy,
considering how brutal it can be to properly care for big ta-tas. Sore backs,
double bras when exercising, expensive bras, chafing,etc. What they don't
realize, is how crappy it can be to find shirts that flatter or disguise small
boobs, and how self-conscious they can get once the guy they are with
realizes that the "handful" was actually padding/cookies in their bra.

Cookies = soft boob inserts

I have a friend that would get embarrassed when she was in the cold,
because her nipples WOULDN'T show through her shirt. She said it was a
dead giveaway for people to know she had padding. I had never thought of that,
but it makes total sense. Most big boobed people, meanwhile, are making sure
that their nipples are pointing in the right direction in their bras.

For all of you mean reading this, it is true. Sorry to give you realistic
information about the ladies you have been with.

I also have 3 or 4 friends over the years that have had boob jobs. It was
amazing to see the difference in them after they had larger boobs. They stood
up straighter, and their confidence skyrocketed. The only negative thing they
dealt with, was having to cover up the fact that they had an enlargement.

Again, society looks down on that for some reason.

I am hard pressed to think of what kind of plastic surgery I would have,
if I could have anything I wanted. Most of what I would change could be changed
if I worked at it. However, if I had some physical trait that I was ashamed of,
or was the source of my dwindling self-esteem, I would definitely save up to
fix it. Why wouldn't I, after all?

Getting surgery is no worse than fake suntanning, laser hair removal, piercing,
tattooing, etc. People think they look better by doing these things, so they do it.
We are all victims of vanity - we just vary in degrees from one another.

Whatever makes you feel better about yourself is good news. I haven't once met
a woman that had a breast augmentation that regretted their decision. They love
their new body, and they should. If you don't love what you have, it shows.

So let go of those judgements when you see a nice set of hooters.......although
women pay a lot of money for them, what they contribute back to their owners
is something that you can't put a price tag on.