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...
posted by fatmammycat at 11:17 a.m.
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Looks like Barbie went too close to the barbeque...
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?
No. Looks like self-harm to me...
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.
Holy god, that would give you nightmares.
'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.'
God I love Kathleen Turner. I was just talking abut her in Serial Mom last night, so bloody funnny. And her voice...delicious.
I know of no cat that looks like that. And if I did...I'd drown it.
Comparisons are odious, I know, particularly given that both divas still - thankfully - walk the earth, but: the Lauren Bacall de nos jours?
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.
Ms.Cat,
You didn't mention marlin fishing and fressing Ernest Hemingway...
You younger generation didn't invent 'I'm-up-for-it's!'
Mea Culpa. You're right. Good old Lee. And Tallulah Bankhead. I would go cartwheeling across a hotel lobby with her any day.
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...
'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.
:) KT in The Man With two Brains... ohhhhhh....
She was a hot tamale and no mistake, War of the Roses, when she runs over his little car with her big truck.
Body Heat... oh, and The Simpsons...
Romancing the Stone! Golly she was a hot totty in that one.
I would.
aye, I heard you weren't fussy.
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