An Open Letter to Rich Plastic Surgeons
(or even the fairly wealthy)
Because I think you “Doctors” are making a lot of money. I mean, it makes sense that someone should be cashing in on our obsession with our outer shells; the money shouldn’t just be going to advertisers and television programs and weight loss shenanigans and gossip magazines and movies and celebrities. Someone so deeply involved in science should be part of this game, because what else but plastics, how better than assumed control, can we beat such ridiculous natural processes such as aging and individuality, as unique body shapes and little quirks.
You mad scientists are right in creating this new race of aliens and robots. I know you’ve remembered to slip the wafer thin chips into new breasts and into new thighs and into new lips for when you need an army they will be there at your beck and call, at the push of a button. Just imagine all those beautiful women, beautiful breasts and beautiful thighs and beautiful lips, so beautiful, like one flower, just one flower, one daisy. Imagine the beautiful field full of one daisy, there at the press of your button. You won’t even need mind control. Hyperreality has that covered.
So, rich plastic surgeons, what do you say? How about buying a letter and maybe you can do some cutting and sawing up on me because my biggest dream is to look exactly like everyone else. How about an ‘R’ for rhinoplasty, or better a ‘B’ for big boobies or an ‘L’ for lurid lips or maybe a ‘Y’ for Young Forever?
How about a ‘M’ for mortal? Like everybody else.
You know, I think fumigation is in order for those bodies because burial will be pollution.
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