If your face can't register an orgasm, is the climax still as good?
As I look around me I am beginning to get worried - so many of my friends, acquaintances and even other people in the media, are starting to look interchangeable.
I've checked with my optometrist and looked at the lighting, but it's definite - the purveyors of youth all trained at the same school with injectable facial fillers - rather than tailoring the product to the person - they tailor the person to the product. Youthfully plumped cheeks, more at home on chipmunks and duvet fluffed undereye plateaus are the new accessory du jour.
Now, some maintenance up on the blocks - a little freshening is absolutely understandable, but this bizarre plastic plumping has got to stop - particularly as individuals are now looking more like part of a zombie tribe of waxen dolls or Stepford Wives MK 3. There is a definite stacking of Restalyne, akin to the shoulder pad buildup of the 1980's.
Frankly I'm scared now at social functions in case I start a conversation with a cushion instead of a girlfriend.
Botox and filler users beware…it is possible to look ‘over preserved©’ think petrified starfish or blow up sex dolls. If permanently surprised is your one facial emotion then it’s time for a rethink and a change of cosmetic surgeon.
Off to commune with a spoonful of chocolate Nutella to ease the stress of ageing!
I'll be exploring more of these puzzling topics later in June at The Victoria Room in Darlinghurst, Sydney.