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There are television commercials for Botox now. If that isn't indicative of our collective shallowness as a society, I don't know what is.
So. To Botox or not to Botox? On one side of the argument, there's the whole willingly allowing yourself to be injected with a product of fucking botulism. One unit of that shit is enough to kill a mouse. They typically inject twenty. Anyway, on the other side of it, there's the fact that the older you get -- and subsequently look -- the less roles you're offered. I was reading an article in Vanity Fair in my trailer this morning about the lawsuit dermatologist Arnold Klein is currently facing. And really, who in Hollywood doesn't know Arnie? Even if you've never gone to him, you have at least one friend or acquaintance who sings his praises. I've never gone to him, but some of the people I know have. Proper decorum -- which I sometimes, but not often have -- has convinced me not to name names. But anyway.
The only aesthetic enhancement I've had over the years would be my teeth. They looked like shit, I made enough money, I had them fixed. Pretty simple, really. I've never had the urge to walk into a plastic surgeon's office and say, "fix this and take this off and move this up a little." I've never gone to a dermatologist and said, "can you inject that toxin into my forehead and effectively paralyze my muscles so that my face shows little to no emotion?" Because, to be honest, that's a chick thing to do. As much pressure as there is on "aging" actors to maintain a youthful visage, there's so much more on actresses. Their skin has to be smooth, their tits have to be "perky," and their stomachs have to be flat. But lately, more and more actors have been going under the knife -- or syringe, considering we're talking about Botox here -- in an attempt to recapture fleeting youth.
And I've been wondering, on and off all day, if Botox is something I should consider. Not now, obviously, because I do still have my youthful good looks and here's hoping I will for a long time to come. But in the future. Because the lines are just going to continue to get deeper. A part of me likes that fact though, because I've always thought that the wrinkles and scars a person carries show how much they've lived. But on the other side of that coin, will I still be bankable once the frown lines deepen? It's ridiculous to worry about all of this when it's -- hopefully -- years off. But still, I'm not going to be young forever...Do I want to be?
Mind not the ramblings of the shallow, narcissistic movie star.
Oh, and Jen and I are being lampooned on the new episode of South Park tonight. Fuck knows I'll be watching.
So. To Botox or not to Botox? On one side of the argument, there's the whole willingly allowing yourself to be injected with a product of fucking botulism. One unit of that shit is enough to kill a mouse. They typically inject twenty. Anyway, on the other side of it, there's the fact that the older you get -- and subsequently look -- the less roles you're offered. I was reading an article in Vanity Fair in my trailer this morning about the lawsuit dermatologist Arnold Klein is currently facing. And really, who in Hollywood doesn't know Arnie? Even if you've never gone to him, you have at least one friend or acquaintance who sings his praises. I've never gone to him, but some of the people I know have. Proper decorum -- which I sometimes, but not often have -- has convinced me not to name names. But anyway.
The only aesthetic enhancement I've had over the years would be my teeth. They looked like shit, I made enough money, I had them fixed. Pretty simple, really. I've never had the urge to walk into a plastic surgeon's office and say, "fix this and take this off and move this up a little." I've never gone to a dermatologist and said, "can you inject that toxin into my forehead and effectively paralyze my muscles so that my face shows little to no emotion?" Because, to be honest, that's a chick thing to do. As much pressure as there is on "aging" actors to maintain a youthful visage, there's so much more on actresses. Their skin has to be smooth, their tits have to be "perky," and their stomachs have to be flat. But lately, more and more actors have been going under the knife -- or syringe, considering we're talking about Botox here -- in an attempt to recapture fleeting youth.
And I've been wondering, on and off all day, if Botox is something I should consider. Not now, obviously, because I do still have my youthful good looks and here's hoping I will for a long time to come. But in the future. Because the lines are just going to continue to get deeper. A part of me likes that fact though, because I've always thought that the wrinkles and scars a person carries show how much they've lived. But on the other side of that coin, will I still be bankable once the frown lines deepen? It's ridiculous to worry about all of this when it's -- hopefully -- years off. But still, I'm not going to be young forever...Do I want to be?
Mind not the ramblings of the shallow, narcissistic movie star.
Oh, and Jen and I are being lampooned on the new episode of South Park tonight. Fuck knows I'll be watching.