I remember a few years ago, a protracted discussion in the mainstream media about whether or not Paris Hilton had implants.
Isn’t that kind of cute? We were so young and silly then. We had no idea that Kim Kardashian’s giant vagina was just around the corner, and Paris would seem like Susan Boyle by comparison.
In any case, here’s a sensitively retouched glamour shot from her storage unit:
As you can plainly see, Paris has very little going on upstairs. And her tits aren’t very big either.
Now here’s the shot that got people talking, taken during an Adderall-fueled blowjob tournament at Koi:
Now, I don’t know much about a whole host of subjects, but I know tits. And those are not hers. Well no, they’re hers in that she purchased them and has the paperwork. But that’s not original equipment.
Paris didn’t get a lot of support in the press about her new additions, but I thought it was wonderful news. For all of us. Anything to take the focus off that lazy eye.
Speaking of which, doesn’t it seem to you that fixing that wonky peeper might have been a better use of Gore-Tex? Seriously, How does she look at herself every day in the mirror over her bed and not start doing that Popeye laugh?
I’ve always thought she’d look better if both eyes were part of the same face. I guess the biggest obstacle would be choosing which eye to change.
She could go with the good eye, and get a sort of fresh-faced Teen People thing:
Or she could swap out the weird one for more of a Lucy Liu flavor:
Interesting, don’t you think? That’s probably my favorite. It almost makes her look like she’s thinking about something. Which as you know, is clinically impossible.
And while she’s under the knife, she might ask them to take a little off the schnauzer:
Look at the transformation! She’s delicate and feminine. You could almost envision her using a napkin instead of a sleeve. Why, she’s the living embodiment of Grace Kelly, if Grace Kelly did blow off the back of the toilet.
And this brings me to a conversation John and I had in Target the other day.
We were browsing through the books and magazines, when John pointed to Christian Bale on the cover of some entertainment rag.
“Why doesn’t he fix that?”
I looked at the magazine but I didn’t see what he was referring to. So John carefully pointed to an area near Christian Bale’s right eye. I was stunned.
I never noticed it before, but apparently Christian Bale has a Rice Krispie stuck to his face.
This is one of life’s biggest mysteries.
I will never understand why famous people, who make their living being photographed, don’t fix obvious flaws that distract the audience from the work they do.
This doesn’t really apply to Paris Hilton, I suppose, since she doesn’t actually work. And the films she’s famous for don’t feature her face.
To be fair, it doesn’t really apply to Christian Bale either, since a little thing like that is hardly noticeable.
But what the hell is Russell Crowe’s excuse?
How do you ignore that? That fat knot between his eyebrows is just enormous. It’s becoming another face. He’s got a conjoined twin up there, for God’s sake. He could star in The Odd Couple by himself.
Do you see how much better he looks without it? You have to agree it’s an improvement, and there’s just no excuse for not taking care of it. He could zip into the dermatologist and have that thing scooped out with a melon baller in 10 minutes.
Now, I know some of you reading this will say that flaws are human and give us character, and to a certain extent, I agree. I’m not suggesting that everyone get their brows lifted into an expression of permanent surprise. I don’t think every woman over 40 needs to have her skin rubbed off with a grinder or have acid painted onto her face. I don’t have a problem with laugh lines, gray hair and imperfect bodies, and in fact, I think many celebrities have actually ruined their appearance in the quest for youthful perfection.
But that’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about this.
Seriously, what the fuck is that?
Go ahead, make a case for leaving that thing intact with a straight face.
BRING IT ON
I was so excited to get to the bottom and mention Aaron Neville, goddamnit!
Well I’ll always have Cindy Crawford.
Having worked for a plastic surgeon for 12 years (the wrong 12 years – age 26 to 37), all I know for sure is that the most accomplished, together people can fall apart at the prospect of going under the knife. Of course, that doesn’t explain Paris (or Wonky McValtrex, as she is known @ dlisted), because she’s had some alterations south of the chin. But I’ve seen an NFL linebacker go down without even bending his fucking knees, just by being in the room when his wife had a zit popped. Of course, I’m one of those people who can watch an amputation while getting stitches on my face and still finish my taco before it gets cold, so I can’t really empathize.
I can’t believe you didn’t mention those camel lips on Hilton. That’s the first facial feature that always strikes me.
I guess there’s no such thing as lip-reduction surgery, though.
Oh, yes there is. Lisa Rinna did it, but not enough. She still looks like the poster girl for the Eelpout Festival.
I thought Lisa Rinna’s lip reduction was just removing the little worms of collagen she had installed before her career got huge?
There are other procedures for natural lips, but much like procedures to “westernize” Asian eyelids, the lip reduction isn’t much publicized.
Well, with the exception of La Hilton, who has probably never been in a relationship with anyone who looked at her face, these are all manly men, possessed of far too much testosterone-fuel machismo to ever consider taking time away from their jobs of having people put makeup on them and take their pictures to do something as vain as cosmetic surgery.
Also, I heard that Aaron Neville’s mole ran away once, and his voice dropped two octaves.
See- I think the Hilton photos sort of shoot the whole theory in the face. So to speak. Because both ‘fixer’ photos are not better – they’re worse. Some asymmetry is more interesting and beautiful that perfect symmetry IMO. Neville … now he’s a whole other bags of cats. I can barely even look at that thing. It probably has a name.
Ohdearlord I have a thing about moles. It’s so distracting! Every time I watch Castle I just picture myself with a razor blade slicing off the beautiful Stana Katic’s completely distracting monstrosity.
I don’t know, April. Most of the time I agree with your delicate sensibilities, but not today. I guess I just like it when people look like people. And most people don’t look like airbrushed magazine covers. Most people have moles, and if you try to tell me Christian Bale’s mole somehow magically makes people less likely to want to hit it like the fist of an angry god, I don’t believe you.
In fact, I think it’s pretty great that P.Hilt has a wonky eye and is “famous” anyway. Surgery for reasons other than medical necessity is a bewildering reflection of our looks-obsessed culture and it’s stupid and unnecessary. If these folks have enough self-esteem to power on through their lives without needing to “fix” insignificant issues (P.Hilt’s boobs notwithstanding), I bow to that. They’re unique. It’s great. I wish I had that kind of confidence.
Great, now every time I look at a photo of Bale’s face I see IT!
It’s worth observing that the IMDB page for Paris’s breakout vehicle “1 Night in Paris” (here’s the link) attributes credits for “Produced by” and “Cinematography” to co-star Rick Salomon. But I don’t see a credit for “Wardrobe”.
My husband has a friend with a giant mole on his cheek and I’ve had hours worth of conversation w/my buddies as to why he’s still has it — it is SOOOO distracting. Why would anyone keep that? Also, my kids’ pediatrician wears a hair weave and I have to work very hard at all of their appointments NOT to look at his hair. He knows I know….