Past the point of no return

So I have already admitted my penchant for Oprah Magazine. That cat is out of the bag. It’s time for another admission. I Tivo Dr. Phil and watch the more interesting episodes on the weekends. Oh, and while we're at it, I love “Dancing with the stars”. I have never watched a boxing match, but I now adore Evander Holyfield for being so freaking cute hopping around in a canary yellow shirt trying to dance the jive to a cheesy elevator music orchestra. He looked SO DISAPPOINTED when they lost too. That man is adorable. But that’s another story.

Last week Dr. Phil discussed the subject of Golddiggers. Women who are out to marry rich, and will pretty much sell their souls to land a wealthy man.

There was one woman, K.T., who stuck out like a sore augmented thumb. She had her breasts enlarged to a double F cup, and has undergone just a smidgen of plastic surgery to help her stay competitive in the marketplace. She is a lingerie and bikini model (this confused me too).

I have a newfound respect for Dr. Phil based solely on the fact that he managed to ask this woman, with a straight face “Do you think there is a point where a person has had too much plastic surgery?"

Ummmmm... When your only facial expressions are blank pout with eyerows raised, or blank pout with eyebrows at ease you've pretty much crossed over that border.

I am surprised she hasn't been attacked while sunbathing on her boyfriend's yacht by a grub-eating flounder who caught a glimpse of those swollen collagen bloated lips, mistook them for his fish version of the glutton jackpot and flung himself out of the water, looking death square in the eye and flipping it the bird. All just to have a chance to latch on to those puffy caterpillar lips like only a fish who thinks they just won the worm lottery can. come to think of it her lack of expression makes her look a little fish-like don't you think?