My Beautiful Mommy.....
Well it makes sense doesn't it? I mean there are children's books now to explain to children that their "Daddy" is a wiggly donor sperm, so why not a book to explain why suddenly Mommy is swaddled in bandages, bruised and then when she makes a full recovery somehow looks like Pamela Anderson? Uh huh yeah it's a book to explain that Mommy has had plastic surgery. I love this concept so much - young sponge-like minds being exposed to the shallow wielding of the knife - "Hey Mommy - for my 6th birthday can I get liposuction & rhinoplasty pretty please??" or "Mommy when can I have my breast augmentation? I'm the only 7yr old in our neighbourhood with a flat chest" Here are some literary gems extracted from the book below: -
"As I got older, my body stretched and I couldn't fit into my clothes anymore. Dr Michael is going to help fix that and make me feel better," the mother tells her daughter.
Her nose surgery, she explains, will make her look "not just different, my dear -- prettier".
When I look at that retro book cover it seems to be channeling an episode of Bewitched - all Samantha had to do was twitch her cute button-nose & hey presto by the power of magic.......I find this concept of the shifting line of normalcy so fascinating. Like the woman who was teaching pole-dancing to young girls and justifying it by saying "It's really just a form of gymnastics except that the pole is vertical and not horizontal". Wow that woman should be in politics - what a great spin! You can dress it up, fix its hair, apply makeup to it all you want but it still says to me "This is what is wrong with society". Speaking of what is wrong with society I'm having an unusually low tolerance to SPAM email lately: -
It is just so relentless - the cheap viagra, the Nigerian money scams, the inheritance scams, the fake rolexes, the live Russian dolls who just want to be my friend, the certificates guaranteeing entrance to heaven. Sure I just delete it and carry on my merry way, but lately it comes to me as the instigator for the insisidious erosion of society's soul. This dedicated pursuit for consumerism, to cheat, lie & scam unsuspecting folk, sickens me. I was first exposed to the animal form of SPAM on one of my first school camps. Having grown up in a Greek household my standard lunchtime fare was fetta, provolone cheese, melanzane, pickled peppers, Kalamata olives and Italian felino salami. So I was quite aghast at my first Australian school camp lunch as I trotted up to the serving area to see nothing that resembled fine Meditteranean fare, but strange looking meats encased in wobbly gelatinous aspic and white flattened brecciated meat masquerading as a form of compressed chicken. So I resigned myself to kraft cheese & iceberg lettuce sandwiches whilst being questioned for my 'fussy' palate. I didn't stick around long enough to respond in kind because of the repugnant stench of their spam sandwich overpowering my sensibilities. Hence it is only fitting that the moniker for such a ghastly meat should be applied to this most ghastly of modern day past-times - SPAM.
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This is such a telling post man! I can't believe that book! And I like your commentary on SPAM, so true. This beautiful mommy book puts me in mind of what I see every time I'm on the internet or even walking across town. Of course, lately my monkey has been Madonna. Here is someone who is 50 years old who is not only a bad example for women her own age, she is projecting an unrealistic image to the younger generation as well-- she does not look the way she does in reality that she is portrayed as being in her videos and on magazine covers. Of course, that goes for all those celebrities. In fact, in reality, most of us look a hell of a lot better than any of those celebrities. It's only their makeup and such that save them.
The sad thing is that I think a lot folks are aware of the fact that it's all surface but they don't care. They fall in step with everyone else because that is the thing they should do. There is so much need for physical preservation but not an ounce of interest in cultivating one's own soul. The inner self gets mutilated the more the outer gets pampered.
There is this kind of plague on the loose that is getting more dangerous in that it wants us to deny reality and enter into some fake existence that I absolutely can't stand!