It’s a pretty good gig being a cosmetic surgeon, really. You put the fat in when big butts are deemed desirable. You take the fat out when the fashion industry decides that bums are passé. As long as women’s body shapes are treated as a trend, someone will always profit: that is the beauty of capitalism.
How else is the world meant to deal with the fact that women can’t make up their damn minds?
“You put the fat in when big butts are deemed desirable. You take the fat out when the fashion industry decides that bums are passé.”
In, out, in, out, you make the lassies classé!
You do the operation then you go on strike
That’s what it’s all a-bout!
I recall the days when if a girl asked “does my bum look big in this …” you had to say “no” even when you thought “yes”. Now I believe you have to say “yes”, which fortunately you can frequently do without fibbing.
Whereas under socialism, whatever you want, you can’t have it.
The use of the passive voice or impersonal agents like the “fashion industry” are linguistic tricks designed to obfuscate that this is about women determining what women should look like and, at the extreme, undergoing medical procedures to achieve what women think women desire.
Castigating the surgeon is like blaming the roadside mechanic for your car’s puncture.
One does wonder whether they’ll suck the blubber out of the butt and just pump it in the boobs?
Never mind the plumpness of the cheeks, fix the crack in it.
AndyF – “does my bum look big in this?” is really “will other women think my bum looks big in this?”.
Whatever you say, you’re screwed.
Ducky
Ah, the toilet paper joke:
Fresh from her shower, a woman stands in front of the mirror, complaining to her husband that her breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling her it’s not so, the husband uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
“If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds.”
…..
You know how it ends.