In The Eye of the Beholder
I’ve never claimed to be a “natural beauty.” Hell, I’ve changed my hair color so many times there’s a color wheel on my driver’s license. My complexion can be credited to some of the finest chemicals a makeup counter has to offer, and my hairless legs bear witness to my stylist’s ability to tug firmly on a strip of wax. I owe my bustline to the aerodynamic engineers at Victoria’s Secret, and my rim-free eyesight to the makers of contacts that can be worn 24/7. And, frankly, none of that bothers me at all.
But I’d never, ever consider plastic surgery to look like a toy doll. (Besides, who really thought Ken was all that hot? Even Barbie preferred GI Joe.)
And, no, I wouldn’t consider surgery to make me look like a cat, either.
Creepy. Wanna-be-Ken is one of the most unattractive males that I have ever laid eyes on…and he has PAID to look like that. As for Cat-man, yeah um…no comment.
That is just creepy.
I’m trying not to think of all that he have to sacrifice in order to have the “complete” Ken look.
I saw the Cat guy on a Discovery Channel program. They showed him getting the implants for his whiskers. Ick! Later, he met up with a guy from that Fuzzy Animal group; people who dress up in mascot-type costumes and go to conventions. I originally saw them on an episode of CSI and then saw the Discovery special…holy cow there are some… ummm…interesting…people out there!
“I’ve changed my hair color so many times there’s a color wheel on my driver’s license” was so funny I shot beer out of my nose. Then my gleefulness turned to sorrow because hey, wasted beer.
Still hilarious though!
people do the weirdest things.
How can a “native American” have a tiger for a “totem”? I thought that they stuck to critters that they were familiar with. Not many tigers roaming North America.