So, I admitted the other day I had a problem with watching “The War at Home,” easily the worst comedy on television. Yet, there are some funny things.
Sunday’s episode dealt (in part) with the 16 year old daughter wanting a boob job. Her friend had one, and came over to visit. The friend was indeed stacked and had an okay but not beautiful face.
Later on the mom and dad (played terribly by Michael Rappaport as a Jew of all things) are discussing the girl, and Rappaport’s character says he had plenty of experience in high school and college with “Butter Face.”
“Butter Face?” asks the wife, questioningly.
“Yeah. Everything about her is great...but her face.”
I laughed in spite of myself. I tell you: I have problems.
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The subject of breast augmentation always makes me grind my teeth. Without condemning those who undergo this procedure for asthetic reasons (cough cough self-esteem crutch cough cough), I think women who have suffered through a mastectomy (sp?) who wish to consider reconstructive surgery should certainly do so. I understand there is a prosthetic available to men as well who have a testicle removed due to malginancy or injury as well. I couldn't see myself doing it, but then the closest I've ever come to that sort of procedure was a brief scare a while back, thankfully not requiring any adjustment. But it does get one to thinking, when the doctor is giving you the examination, trust me.
To my point, if you're getting breast augmentation because you think it'll make you feel better about yourself, I suppose that's a psychological question best left to the woman considering it. I will say I've never met a woman who actually wanted men to pay additional attention to their chest and less to the woman themselves. Nor have I ever thought less or been less attracted to a woman with a small-chest whom I thought was interesting in the first place. I have, however, been much (MUCH)less attracted to women who get by on their looks and/or body, rather than any intellegence or eloquence or human compassion, or social grace.
Last, if my daughter (if it is a girl in there) came to me at age 16 and asked for a boob job for her birthday, I would seriously consider that a personal failing as a parent. That my wife and I have instilled so little sense of self worth that she feels a bigger chest is the answer to all of life's problems, that at some point we failed to convey to her enough love and respect that she has so catastrophically failed to love and respect herself, I'd personally consider turning both of my testicles in, because clearly the raising of well-adjusted happy children is beyond the scope of my capabilities, and society in general would be better off without additional Ajax-offspring. (yay run-on sentences)
Breast augmentation... Grrrrrrr. I bet plastic surgery clinics have gift certificates for that, so they can be put in Christmas stockings and such. Peace on earth, goodwill toward men, and a nicer rack this Christmas. >.<
Stopping rant and stepping off the soapbox now. Please return to your episode of Extreme Makeover, joined already in progress.
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