Fuck the Swan

I think "The Swan" is a totally fucked up idea for a reality show. [I realize I'm questioning a reality show here--the height of televised absurdity--but stay with me.] It really shows how humanity is sliding down the slippery slope to hell.

Women, once again it's confirmed that your worth is summed up in your appearance and how it can evaluated by "conventional" standards. We will play on your insecurities and ask to endure incredibly painful and potentially emotionally devastating procedures. You will will literally risk life and limb. And despite all of this, all but one of you will be deemed "not pretty enough."

It's fucked up way to affirm a culture's values, but then again, it's a good reflection of what our culture's values are.

I do appreciate that there's a nod to this being about improving women's self esteem. Right.

So fucked up.

I wonder if the contestants have to sign a waiver in case they die on the table or suffer complications from the surgery? I'm sure they do. Gah.

The Swan, Part 2

Bleck, they're showing the healing shots. I shouldn't eat dinner and watch this show.

Barf-o-rama.

"She's been whining and depressed after surgery." Apparently, that's deemed a bad attitude. Wow. "She has to pull herself together and fight this depression if she's going to make it to the pageant." Get moving ugly girl, or ELSE!

Wow.

Have you ever seen anyone up close who's had plastic surgery done? My mother had it done on her face to correct a "dent" left by the surgeons when they went in to fix her aneurysm. No one else could see it, but she insisted that it was there and opted to get it corrected. She came home in horrific pain and looked like Frankenstein--I couldn't have friends over for weeks because it was too traumatic for all involved parties. Ouch.

Food. I was such a good kid today. I went grocery shopping, cleaned the kitchen, and cooked a tofu/veggie/chow mein stir fry with tons left over. Healthy, low calorie goodness. And I underspent my grocery budget by ten bucks (Starbucks money now--yes!). So, in regards to that daily victory sort of thing, I'm feeling pretty good.

But the strangest thing had been happening in past few days--I've been pretty ambivalent about food in general. If it's cooked and in front of me, I'll eat it, but there's nothing that I truly want or need. .except for Cadbury's Mini Eggs. That's ALL I crave (well, that and caffeine, but that's more of a substance issue) and I crave it like a junkie. Does anyone else ever have this experience with food? Weird. On that note, I bought a big old bag of the mini eggs...god give me the strength to pace myself.

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Apparently they're serious.

http://objective.jesussave.us/kidz.html

But personally, I'm laughing my ass off and I'm particularly fond of Hopsiah the Kanga-Jew.

*snickers*