HBO is filming a documentary about disasterous plastic surgeries. It's called Plastic Disasters, and I guess it's pretty nasty:
Intercutting the stories of three unfortunates who wanted relatively minor tweaks (a face-lift, liposuction and a nose job) "Disasters" leads viewers through nightmares of ruinous results beyond anyone's imagination. . . .
"Disasters" is not dinnertime viewing; surgery scenes are gory and frequent. But they are worth acknowledging even with averted eye, to convey the message that plastic surgery is surgery -- with no promises of results or guarantee of repair of mistakes. As one patient notes toward the end, "Looking back on it, that little bump on my nose wasn't really such a bump at all." "Disasters" is a vividly cautionary tale that should be required viewing for anyone contemplating voluntary plastic surgery today.
A strike against the plastic culture and the runaway train of enhancement surgery. Good for HBO.
The thing I find odd is, I'd never heard of plastic surgery disasters. This story indicates that the problems plague the industry. Why aren't people speaking up more? Why aren't feminists railing, Naomi-Wolf-style, against a culture that shallowly values the woman primarily for sex, with the result that it embraces phony improvements?
