And I thought butt enhancing jeans were ridiculous. When news got out today that Ex-Miss Argentina Solange Magnano died due to complications from gluteus maximus surgery, I wondered if our shock value threshold for cosmetic surgery just got a bit higher. Sure, we’re starting to get used to the idea of sticking needles into our faces, adding saline to our boobages, slicing and pulling our face back, maybe even sucking some lard out of our thunder thighs–but BUTT injections? Really?!?
Butt surgery falls into the same extreme realm as breaking your bones to have your legs extended or shaving your jaw because you think it’s too wide. But, surgically adding more junk in your trunk still stands out as the most embarrassing and pathetic–if not laughable way to go…well, BECAUSE IT’S YOUR BUTT.
The manner of the former beauty queen’s death will definitely be fodder for the media and everyday people alike, but in the end, she leaves behind seven-year-old twins who’ll soon ask the question some of us are probably already asking ourselves: Where do our values lie?
Until you can answer that, all you ladies who loathe your flat behinds, here’s my suggestion: lunges, chocolate, therapy. You pick the order. Just no butt implants, please.
