Apple Failing Farther from the Tree
My mom wants Botox®. She has for a long time. She doesn’t look 48, but she certainly feels it. So she has projected that onto her own self-confidence and that is manifesting itself in a trip to our local dermatologist for America’s youth serum, Blessed Botox. She wants me to drive her because she is nervous about needles. A few years ago she needed some blood testing due to a cancer scare, and she was seriously considering not allowing them to take her blood. Cancer. But a few unwanted wrinkles on her brow and she is making the 35 minute trek in traffic to get some wrinkle treatment. Make no mistake, I’m all for cosmetic treatments. I’m all for Botox, Chemical Peels, Plastic Surgery and the like. I fully intend to have a breast augmentation soon. To my way of thinking if you are from the good ole USA and are a female, unnaturally large breasts are a birthright, like voting or fast food. My only problem with this little trip today is that my mom is a hypocrite. She has derided me for years for wearing “too much make up”. She complains about young girls at the mall with their “boobs showing”. She watches the show on Bravo “Real Housewives of Orange County” only to make fun of the shallow women on there. And don’t get me started on the needle-shy cancer incident. So I was a bit disturbed when I got the call last week asking if I’d be able to drive her to the dermatologist for a little Botox. “WHAT!?” I said, partly shocked and partly proud. She admitted her secret longing to do something about the wrinkles making their way across her brow for some time. I did what any daughter of a clearly fragile and insecure mother would do when the mother was looking for support and assurance, I made fun of her. “OH look at the hypocrite NOW! She’s begging for the NEEDLE!”. I shouldn’t poke too much fun, if I play my cards just right, I may be able to swing a pair of breasts from this whole situation.
Posted at 10:30PM Apr 12, 2008 in General |