Crabby Old Lady had never watched more than ten minutes of one or two reality television programs. But to write this story today, she has to admit that one afternoon over the Memorial Day weekend, clicking around the television dial looking for an hour or so of mindless relaxation, she was hooked – sucked in for hours – with a marathon broadcast of a reality show titled Blow Out.
It’s about the trials and tribulations of a Los Angeles hair stylist opening a new salon in that bastion of over-priced bling, Beverly Hills. The sleaze factor is high, and in Crabby’s tired state, the show was utterly compelling, in a twisted way, as the self-absorbed hair stylist/owner (“I'm all about hair!”) hired, fired and berated workers (in front of customers) in a quest to create his distorted notion of classy ambience that will attract the rich and famous to his shop.
The oldest among the stylists, manicurists and assistants couldn’t be more than 32 or 33, and even in the harsh lighting of catch-as-you-can video shooting during a “real-life” salon workday, their brows are smooth. Laugh lines show up only temporarily when someone tells a joke. And if any of them have serious crow’s feet yet, they are not apparent.
So Crabby was startled out of her malaise when, at the end of a workday in one episode, most of the salon’s employees tripped off to a Botox party together as casually as going for an after-work drink. In fact, the doctor, who appeared to be administering the injections in his waiting room, served champagne to the group.
Is Crabby Old Lady completely out of touch? There is no doubt about it. In Googling “botox party,” she got 261,000 returns, including one that approvingly states:
“The occasional Botox party is thrown by BevHills plastic surgeon Paul Nassif, M.D., who springs for get-togethers in upscale locations like The Palms in Las Vegas. Moreover, he totes along his doctor’s bag and gives a few Botox injections on the spot.”
Botox, though greatly diluted, is a poison which, as Nina Turns 40 pointed out some months ago, even has a contraction of the word “toxin” in its name. And Botox injections are a medical procedure. What are these people and, particularly the doctors, thinking?
On a less alarming but spiritually discouraging note, this tells Crabby that the age and beauty police of our culture are on the march and more determined than Crabby had ever imagined. When unnecessary medical procedures become as commonplace as Tupperware parties, especially among young adults who are in the bloom of youth, ageism rules.
No wonder Crabby Old Lady, who believes cosmetic medical procedures to be an odiously misguided practice at any age, can’t find a job.