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Klein-tox: the World of Botox

I always thought if I signed up to botox I would look less like myself and more like an adolescent puffer fish waiting by the coral for my blind date to arrive.  This image of myself doesn’t particularly excite me given, a) I’m already repeatedly asked to flash that shiny DOB at those large, burly men standing outside every pub/bar/club I frequent and b) I don’t find puffer fish, even adolescent ones, attractive.  Fact is, I don’t need it. While I may be one of those lucky ones, blessed with youthful features now, I suspect (disdainfully) that one day I too will long for some form of anti-aging remedy. For now though, I find it OTT and saddening and am just curious as to why all these women (and men) are fixated on wearing their own personal (and semi-expensive) masks?

An article published in Vanity Fair recently, 'The Doctor Will Sue You Now,' not only explored and tore the skin off famously-criticized dermatologist, published author, and MJ’s confidant, Arnie Klein, it also got me thinking about why botox has become as commonplace as Elizabeth Taylor’s lipstick over the last 20 years.

Compared to its more permanent counterpart, plastic surgery, botox is cheap, quick, and removes the signs of aging with one little jab, making you look younger instantly (could-be copy for an ad, right)?!  The downside, take one look at Bert Newton – expressionless and with enough shine to make a newly polished Mercedes fade into the background. 

Everyone seems to have done it, is doing it, or will do it.  According to the International Society of Aesthetic Plastic Surgeons, approximately 1.5 million people reportedly paid for botox in the top 5 botox loving countries during 2010 – injecting at least US$6 billion into American, Brazilian, Chinese, Mexican and Japanese plastic surgeons’ wallets that year.   So, why do we do this, and when will we be happy with how we look, just the way we are? Have we literally become uncomfortable in our own skin?