A friend just hit me over the head with some news of his: “Yeah, after Saudi, I’m going for a stopover in Korea. I’m going to get some work done on my nose.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to get a little work done on my nose before I go to Japan. A little money, a better face. You know, these things pay for themselves over the course of a lifetime.”
I thought about that for a long second.
“Hmm,” I said, “I’ve never thought of doing that before.”
“Yeah, sure, no… you’ve never had a nose like this.”
To be sure, I hadn’t, but I didn’t think anything was particularly wrong with his nose. It didn’t seem bigger or more hooked than the average nose, the way he said.
I guess the announcement surprised me because I’d thought about having better features before, but I’d never seriously considered the possibility of paying money to surgically modify myself. That’s for movie stars and girls, not me. And when one of them does it, it just seems like something those people do, but when a friend, a guy, talks of doing it, suddenly somehow it feels more real.
“I assume that spending a couple grand to beautify myself – and let’s face it, this might be the only time I have this amount of cash available to spend on something extravagant like this – I assume it’ll be worth it in the long run, man. Girlfriends, interviews, whatever, man, it’ll pay for itself.”
