As social commentary goes; we get to stand on a podium and shout out our disgust–so for a new low–I have to discuss a new reality series that makes one want to hurl chunks, perhaps from past athletica bolemia battles or present alcoholic overdoses, but more than likely over the new generational loss of self esteem. And I am not a proponent of the “self esteem” propaganda that brought North American academic scores to a new low back in the 80s and 90s–that, was just bad schooling practices.
I’m talking about the self esteem one should have in the early flower of youth when one can look in the mirror and see some sort of benefit to being who you are–as nature created you.
This new television series, called Bridalplasty, is not only distasteful to watch as each new episode’s winner gets to undergo some unnecessary elective surgery–they get to lay back and heal from their surgical wounds–while gossiping about the character of each of the girls who become “bottom brides,” because of contests of taste, fashion or style. C’mon, girls, why don’t you get on your bikes and ride? Freddie Mercury, of Queen, c’mon you can remember–the little bisexual fellow with the big voice? Even the showman of the ages might laugh at the ludicrous lengths these girls, many of whom are absolutely gorgeous just the way nature made them, will go to acquire the “perfect wedding day.” Poor Freddie didn’t care about his overbite–he just let the show go on.
Even the hostess tells the eliminated bride of each succeeding episode that “she will not have the perfect wedding–tho’ her wedding day will come.” That final farewell might be enough for one of these girls to jump off a bridge and not into matrimony. From Wikipedia we read, “A 2007 Swedish and US longitudinal study found that women who get cosmetic breast implants are nearly three times as likely to commit suicide as other women. No notable increase was seen in the first 10 years after surgery, but 10 to 19 years after, risk was 4.5 times higher, and six times higher after 20 years, compared with the expected suicide rate.”
Is it not enough that we have to watch these easy to produce, cheap replacements to good story writing, television series without having to watch young brides-to-be battle it out for the most surgery in these social Darwinistic showdowns? Survivor, Biggest Loser, American Idol and all of the rest of these “survival of the fittest” serials are not helping our society.
It has become a dog-eat-dog world on “reality” television and now it’s biyatch on biyatch bride in a pursuit of percieved perfection? Someone needs to counsel these poor girls about the droopy paths that overblown, plastic breasts will take as they reach into poverty and can’t get back on some game show for the reconstructive surgery after a few years pass them by.
Honestly, body sculpting, shaping and improvement can occur with a little hard work in a gym, on a hiking path or in a pool. Get some shape by working out instead of requiring some high-paid surgeon who has no interest in saving lives, but rather in making a mighty dollar quicker.
Check out the first surgical stories of pumping up the tatas at http://www.articlesbase.com/plastic-surgeries-articles/history-of-breast-implants-794934.html or http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breast_implant
The cast of Bridalplasty.
Another proponent of my disgust issues an opinion with more pictures and sadder tales at http://www.cracked.com/blog/bridalplasty-new-reality-show-that-proves-were-doomed/