So. I’m watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. On a very large high def television. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. It was just truly frightening. A horror of which Amityville could never imagine. It was also one of the saddest things I’ve ever been subjected to. Each and every line on their face, covered in about 86 lbs of foundation. Liver spots highlighted and on display. Scars. Bumps. Wrinkly hands decorated with big cocktail rings and fake nails perfectly polished. Every single botox injection point. The years and years of nips and tucks and pulling and stretching and injecting. Until they barely looked human. Until the one housewives lips, literally looked like they were going to fall right off of her face. Right there. On the floor. On live t.v. I was on pins and needles waiting for it. Once I tried to burn all my Barbie’s in my “feminists of the world united” bon fire in my backyard. The result was pretty much what I saw on tv last night. Synthetic...
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