Why do I use Restalyne? Because he thinks I'm younger than I am. So goes the line in an especially galling commercial advertising a product that one injects into their face to smooth out the lines and wrinkles one earns as part of growing older.
The commercial pisses me off every time I see it, because they are basically suggesting that it's completely okay to base a relationship on lies. I'm sure we all know how well that works, and those of us with first hand experience can second that particular emotion.
On some level I don't suppose I really care too horribly much that some people are insecure about their appearance to the point they are willing to inject toxins into their skin in order to appear younger than they really are. It is extremely galling however to have it sold to us on the basis of lying to the significant other that we probably claim to love.
How strong a relationship do you imagine you have if you are so willingly deceiving someone? And if this deception is okay to the woman in question then at what point would she draw the line beyond which lies are not okay? In my opinion, you can't accept any lie without accepting all lies.
And yes, I completely understand that this is an ad, that the people in the ad are actors and that it's par for the course in the world of advertising consumer products, but at some point we have to accept that there is some amount of mirror between how we live and how we accept that advertising of consumer products.
In the end, it's just one more commercial that pisses me off, and it's really fucking easy for advertising to piss me off. I may in fact be one of the single most irritating people with which to watch television.
I'm just saying is all.
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There is a commercial for a lipstick that is supposed to smooth the lines within your lips, not outside. My daughter turned to me with an irritated expression "That's stupid! Lips are supposed to have lines there!" I like it that she can see through those kinds of things already.
When you're 16 in Los Angeles it's the first Spring Break when masses of girls and boys get their nose job and chin implant (docs won't touch them until they're 15.5).
As we've reached adulthood I've taken some delight in seeing their offspring have HUGE noses and no chin whatsoever.
Do they look at their kids and wonder what life would have been like without surgery?
You can't be as annoying as us. We mute the commercials and fill in our own details as rudely as possible.
I don't think I'm much of a looker (although I try -- Cthulhu knows I try!) I can't quite buy the whole 'miracle cream' rage of late. I take basic good care of my skin and hope for the best. I do colour my hair, but I've done that since I was 19. It's intended to be fun -- an extension of fashion, if you will -- not an attempt at deception.
Other than that, I will say that if it weren't for my bust, I'd have only two lovely features to speak of -- my cute little button nose, and my perfectly symetrical full lips. I cannot count the number of times I've been asked "who did those?" First, it's incredibly rude to ask someone if they've had plastic surgery, but it's damn annoying when you tell them it's all natural and they still insist, "No, really... tell me who did them. I promise not to give away your secret."
Assholes.
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