A Crunchy Wink

Y’all, I am not a genius. I don’t claim to know everything and nobody is lining up to give me the Nobel Prize in any field. However, I am pretty sure that something has gone badly awry when you break the new bones growing in your eyelid every time you blink.

I shit thee not, a woman had bones start growing in her eyelid. Now, before any of you faint with horror at the idea that you could wake up one day and sprout a femur from your ocular socket, her condition did not happen spontaneously. Nope, she had to pay someone more than twenty grand to have them do that to her using stem cells harvested from her belly fat. Seriously:

“About three months earlier the woman had opted for a relatively new kind of cosmetic procedure at a different clinic in Beverly Hills—a face-lift that made use of her own adult stem cells. First, cosmetic surgeons had removed some the woman’s abdominal fat with liposuction and isolated the adult stem cells within—a family of cells that can make many copies of themselves in an immature state and can develop into several different kinds of mature tissue. In this case the doctors extracted mesenchymal stem cells—which can turn into bone, cartilage or fat, among other tissues—and injected those cells back into her face, especially around her eyes. The procedure cost her more than $20,000, [the doctor who removed the eyelid bones] recollects. Such face-lifts supposedly rejuvenate the skin because stem cells turn into brand-new tissue and release chemicals that help heal aging cells and stimulate nearby cells to proliferate.”

I simply cannot imagine the joy & wonder of having bones in your eyelid. I could take a few minutes to rail against the patriarchy that tells her such extreme consequences must be risked in the hope of remaining young-looking and pretty because that is the most significant measure of a woman’s worth, but I can’t find any new words to use so I won’t. Nor am I going to sneer at her for wanting cosmetic surgery, since The Fokker herownself will one day want a new set of boobies that don’t dangle to my waist and perhaps even have one of my chins removed. I am simply going to say that perhaps radical procedures should be prohibited until they are TESTED, instead of using hopeful women as lab rats.

Just a thought, that.

About Betty Fokker

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4 Responses to A Crunchy Wink

  1. Braless Betty says:

    Oh dear God, this is one of the reasons why I think I’ll stick with my old wrinkled face. It might be like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’ll get. Bad cliche, sorry, but it’s the end of the day and I’m tired. But you got me here with your title!

  2. Robin S. says:

    OMG. How in the hell are they getting away with this shit? No experiments on me! EVER. ***head desk***

  3. I really thought I had heard everything. It sounds to me like someone is willing to risk their eyesight to be appear younger. Yikes.

  4. lunarmom says:

    This title just kills me, every time I see it. :P

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