The newspaper ad read, "Give yourself the gift of beautiful feet". It included a photo of admittedly attractive feet attached to not-so-bad legs on a beach somewhere. My interest was piqued. Lord knows my lumpy body, wrinkled face, receding hair, and unfashionable swimsuit are not going to turn many heads on the beach, but with feet like that, I'll have the beach bunnies trailing after me like Tiger Woods' former girlfriends cashing in on the current news cycle. Apparently, the demand for face lifts, nose jobs, and breast enhancements has tanked along with the economy. Plastic surgeons are now expanding their business to previously-unexploited body parts, like feet. "Let's just straighten this little piggie who went to market, trim that arch, and plump up that heel pad. You know, Michael Jackson had this same surgery. You'll be ready for that new pair of stilettos in no time!" It was a clever advertising ploy to use the phrase, "Give yourself the gift...". Plastic surgery is not exactly on par with jewelry as the typically thoughtful, sentimental gift exchanged between lovers on Christmas morn. Sobbing, "You think my feet are ugly, don't you? This is your way of saying it, you swine! Cook your own Christmas dinner!"
Plastic surgery, the gift that keeps on giving (preferably to yourself).
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