Heidi Montag has become the Patron Saint of Desperation. A poster child for all the wannabe-starlets. She’s gone from fresh-faced reality television diva to dead-behind-the-eyes glamazon.
Usually that lifeless, self-loathing look is reserved for Lindsey Lohan. (Hollywood needs to destroy another young girl; my Lohan jokes are going stale.)
From here on out, I’m going to refer to her procedures as ‘botched’ since she managed to make herself look older, which would generally be considered counterproductive.
I could write a scathing review of her plastic surgery. Or how fame-seeking dunderheads often find themselves in a downward spiral of endless stupidity.
Or that Spencer Pratt is a d-bag with no redeeming qualities and facial hair that makes me uneasy. But all this you already know.
Instead, I’ve elected to discuss surgery. I haven’t been nipped or tucked. In fact, I’ve only gone under the knife to have my tonsils and wisdom teeth out. However, I’m happy that the option is available. Everyone’s entitled to their own slice of paradise and if double-D’s is all it’ll take, more power to you.
I think it’s unfair to judge Heidi for choosing to indulge her vanity. At the end of the day, her character can’t be determined by the appearance of her nose. No matter what nose she ends up choosing.
I’m sorry that Montag succumbed to her own insecurities. I only say that after hearing her defend her actions with the reasoning that most people are not in the same industry and don’t have the same pressure for perfection. Allow me to say that Lil’Wayne is successful and perhaps one of the ugliest men I’ve ever seen. (Oh heck, it’s a tossup between him and Carrot Top.) So I don’t buy the logic.
I don’t believe there’s as much pressure to get surgery these days. Well, aside from a boob job. Without the surgery, you’re imperfect. With the surgery, you’re a narcissist. No winning with the media these days. But I’m sorry that she jumped on a wagon that she might regret riding a few years from now.
She was wrinkle-free to begin with but the upkeep on her newly taught features will be nearly constant. And the more she primps and pulls the less natural it will look. We’re heading into Wildenstein territory.
Maybe she’ll get off at the Janice Dickinson Station before it gets really creepy.
But she’s young and we’re all on the Bad Decision Express until our late twenties. Some people ride it into their late forties. Right, Courtney Love?
