Cosmetic surgery and non-surgical cosmetic procedures are at an all-time high. They are in face becoming quite passe. No one bats an eye (if Botox has not rendered that impossible) at the reign of the medi-spa. And, sure, whatever we’re all adults: you can be plumped, tucked, sucked and sculpted to your hearts content.

But know when to say when.

The main problem with these procedures is not any kind of moral or vanity issue. I am a big fan of make-up and sky-high heels. The main problem is … um… the fact that these procedures become so obvious. When we can look at you and mentally note what’s been nipped and tucked, it kind of defeats the purpose, no?

I’d much rather see a wrinkle than a unnaturally smooth tauntness on a mature forehead. People with plastic surgery tend to start looking like other people with plastic surgery, because  man-made perfection is really short-sighted. We have a limited imagination when it comes to sculpting our ideal facade and so these folk tend to ape each other in some lame attempt at perfection. In correcting perceived flaws, they make the mistake of erasing what is actually beautiful about the human face… the imperfections.

Exhibit A: