What is up with plastic surgery denial?
Every time you turn on the tube, a plastic fantastic celeb is crowing about how exercise and a healthy diet is keeping his or her face free from wrinkles.
OK, sure, Michelle, Suzanne, Tom, Dave, Christie etc. you are all blessed with wicked awesome genes. (I have noticed men don't quite get the scrutiny women do when it comes to this topic unless their surgeries go terribly awry. No one asks Matt Damon, have you had work done.)
Anyway - we're not buying these denials (Heidi Montag and Jane Fonda, you can stop reading now & thank you for your honesty) and here's a better option. GO all in.
Just say "I've had it all done" and sweep your hand from top to bottom and grin. "I've had every inch, hoisted, sutured, plumped, polished and perfected - so there."
Disarm them with truth-overkill.
Repeat as necessary when your obnoxious interrogator tries to get specific -- was it your face, your hips, your hairline, your butt-o-logical area?
Yup, it was all of that and you know, you could use a little tune up yourself, I know I guy that'll tuck that tummy right through your belly button and no one will ever know.
So why this rant about PS?
In my novel True Age, this barbaric practice is a thing of the past. Genetics! That's where it's at. Turning off the aging gene. Shutting down disease. Every person on the planet gets to live 300 good years with aging shut down at 50. Not today's 50 -- but a more youthful, vibrant, sexier 50 than we're used to.
Now not everyone chooses this lifestyle -- actually the people who go "au natural" are called Choosers and they age the regular old way, just like us. But in True Age, they are seen as outcasts, rebels, heretics. Dying at age 90 or so is seen as disgraceful, a betrayal of both science and the human race.
But don't worry, Extenders -- the ultra-long-lived -- get their comeuppance and it's not pretty.
Check it out!
