Last Saturday, instead of doing the usual mundane errands, I was swallowed up by our oversized soft leather living room chair, in front of our movie theater style television. I had an icy glass of a Cranberry Spritzer I had made earlier and my feet were resting comfortably on the coffee table. The only time I looked away was to make sure no family member was lingering in the near distance, waiting to interrupt my self made oasis.
I am not an avid television watcher and only watch the few shows I really enjoy. Like for example, Wednesday’s winner line up of The Middle, Modern Family, & Nashville. I cannot miss Thursday’s tantalizing, Scandal, Monday’s The Bachelorette (I know…) and the sultry, Dancing with the Stars as well as CNN – particularly since the horrific events of the past month. Oh yes, there is also, Duck Dynasty when my son has it on and, Pretty Little Liars when my daughter wishes to bond with me. I look forward to Meredith Viera’s Who Wants to be a Millionaire every day after dinner (although I do miss Regis), Nightly News with the handsome, Brian Williams, American Pickers with my treasure hunter husband and of course, The Voice and oh, I love Robin from Good Morning America….
Ok, so my big brown eyes watch a bit more television than I originally admitted to but the point is, that on Saturday I came across the Hallmark Channel. I knew it existed but always flipped right by it on my way to another channel. I stumbled upon a tear jerker of a movie about an Amish young woman who finds out that she is adopted and decides she does not have to stay and live the Amish way and ventures out to explore the outside world, against her adoptive parent’s wishes.
The same big brown eyes soon morphed into a pair of swollen, blood shot, dried up balls as I sobbed like a baby who had lost her binky. Part two of the movie soon followed and by then, I would not have been recognizable to my next of kin, had they attempted to interrupt me.
Instead of redeeming myself once it ended, I sat mesmerized by our dizzying 55 inch, 1080p widescreen way-high resolution quality picture and was sucked in by an episode of The Waltons, followed by Little House on the Prairie.
But, the fun did not end there. A talk show titled, Marie, came on. Marie, as in Osmond. She has endured her share of woes in her family in addition to delicately fainting while a contestant on Dancing with the Stars and did lose all that weight while on Nutrisystem, but what caught my zombie-like attention was, her face.
Quite unfortunate and disappointing, is the fact that she has joined the increasing number of people (mostly stars) who now represent the face of this century. It’s that puffy, botox filled, collagen enhanced, stiff, clown-looking face. What will our grandchildren’s children be saying about the way we looked, back in the 21st century, when they go through old pictures of us? They will be puzzled by the anatomy of our faces and will try to study the causes of such deformities, for years to come. I am by no means trying to be mean, I am just simply confused by this.
I admit that there are more than a few little parts of my face that could use some nipping, tucking and plumping, and I don’t disagree that a little help can be a good thing, but why isn’t good, good enough? Take a look at these stars:
Where, for the love of God, are their agents and family members in all of this? Aren’t they supposed to look out for them and tell them how they really look? Could I possibly be missing something? Could somebody be so kind and educate me?
Every time I see a favorite actor/actress join the circus – per say, I feel so distraught. Why have they gone to the other side? Wayyyyyy over? There is no turning back now.
Meg Ryan, please don’t….go!!! Darn it, it’s too late…
Between nodding off during Marie’s interview of a woman who had married a man who was really a woman who thought she was a man since birth but then dressed like a woman, and trying not to drop my glass on the floor, my mind delved deep into mankind’s fascination and desperate search for, perfection.
We don’t want it later, we want it now. Fast. We don’t just want some, we want it all. We don’t accept good, we want perfect. When did good, become not good enough?
Please don’t let Perfect, be the enemy of your Good.