...surgery, that is. As we age we have a choice: we can look like a rumpled paper bag, or we can go the plastic surgery route and resemble Joan Rivers. From breast implants and butt implants (yes, butt implants) to Botox and fillers, it seems like every woman, and many men, in Los Angeles have had a little work.
There are women who look like Batman's The Joker—their faces frozen from surgery, fillers, and Botox—who swear they haven’t had any work done. This makes me wonder what constitutes “work” and what doesn’t? Maybe it’s only a touch of lipo to remove those saddlebags that can’t be exorcized with exercise and diet, or a shot of synthetic filler in the nasolabial fold to avoid a permanent scowl, but it’s still cosmetic surgery. Or doesn’t it count if you weren’t under general anesthetic?
One woman I know lies about the work she has had done (or hasn’t as she prefers to say) as much as she lies about her age. One minute she’s 39; the next she’s 42. She’ll say she hasn’t done filler in over a year having forgotten that the week before she wouldn’t leave the house, because she had bruises from her Juvederm treatment.