Thursday, November 16, 2006

Plastic Surgery, it ain't all that..* click*


Ladies and indeed gents- yeah I mean you Kenny Rogers, blink, go on, blink- there is a an awful lot to be said for growing old gracefully. Behold the awful price Jocelyn Wildenstein has paid in the search for eternal youth. I saw a terrible photo of her and her equally frightening ex-husband years ago and thought it was alarming then, but sheeeesh...

20 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Looks like Barbie went too close to the barbeque...

11:29 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

She was quite a beautiful woman in her day too. Can you imagine carving your face up like this and living with the results for the rest of your life?

11:35 a.m.  
Blogger Unknown said...

No. Looks like self-harm to me...

11:51 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

You'd have to question where the ethics of the surgeon come into play, or is it simply about the money. If she came into my office asking for a lift I would have to decline. And I think I would have declined long before her face resembled that of a cat.

12:16 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Holy god, that would give you nightmares.

1:25 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'There's a lot to be said for growing old gracefully...'

Indeed, there is Ms.Cat! Just take a glance at Jeanne Moreau - just as, if not more, desirable than when she appeared in 'Jules et Jim;' the late Susan Sontag; Melina Mercouri; the sadly ailing Marianne Faithful.

The best that can be said on the whole issue probably was said by the cherishable Kathleen Turner.

'Plastic surgery? Every line and wrinkle I have, I've earned through living.'

2:07 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

God I love Kathleen Turner. I was just talking abut her in Serial Mom last night, so bloody funnny. And her voice...delicious.

2:19 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

I know of no cat that looks like that. And if I did...I'd drown it.

2:46 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Comparisons are odious, I know, particularly given that both divas still - thankfully - walk the earth, but: the Lauren Bacall de nos jours?

2:59 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

I loved her too, but I just don't get the same whiff of 'filthy' off Lauren as I do of Kathleen. Kathleen strikes me as the kinda broad you'd go boozing with, get arrested, get bailed, get drunker and get in more trouble with...you'd have a ball with her.

3:15 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ms.Cat,

You didn't mention marlin fishing and fressing Ernest Hemingway...

You younger generation didn't invent 'I'm-up-for-it's!'

3:23 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Mea Culpa. You're right. Good old Lee. And Tallulah Bankhead. I would go cartwheeling across a hotel lobby with her any day.

3:31 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For some odd and unaccountable reason I suddenly have a vision of Elinor Glyn, Clara Bow and Dorothy Parker, not to mention Jean Harlow (with a 't'), all involved, one way or another, singing and dancing to 'I Get a Kick...' on a vast tigerskin rug...

3:51 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

'Say, aren't you margoT Asquith?'
'The T is silent dear, as in Harlow.'
I can see your chorus line, I'd be the girl standing behind Hedda Hopper feeding her all manner of disgusting tittle tattle.

4:01 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

:) KT in The Man With two Brains... ohhhhhh....

4:35 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

She was a hot tamale and no mistake, War of the Roses, when she runs over his little car with her big truck.

5:37 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Body Heat... oh, and The Simpsons...

5:47 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Romancing the Stone! Golly she was a hot totty in that one.

6:13 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would.

11:57 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

aye, I heard you weren't fussy.

8:44 a.m.  

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