I don’t like plastic surgery. In plenty of cases, it is necessary, and I obviously appreciate its value in corrective situations. However, the plastic surgery craze has gone well beyond helping burn victims and children with cleft palates.
I frankly don’t understand why anyone would get plastic surgery. It’s better to look old than to look like you got work done. And trust me: even the best plastic surgery looks horrible. Unless your goal is to look more like Michael Jackson, I don’t think there’s really any reason to do it.
I could dedicate an entire post just to how stupid breast augmentation is. There are serious ethical problems with these doctors who make their living off the flat of the land. There is no greater example one can point to where people are making mountains out of molehills. Risking the health of a patient so that she can fill out a blouse is not really in the spirit of the Hippocratic Oath.
I keep hearing from people who advocate for plastic surgery that “We are a beauty obsessed culture.” I couldn’t agree more… but plastic surgery is just perpetuating the myth that superficial appearance matters. What’s more, plastic surgery isn’t beautiful, and it is deeply offending my obsession with only looking at beautiful people. Trust me when I say that hooked noses, flat chests, and face lines are much more pleasing to the eyes than those jack-o-lantern grins on plastic surgery victims.
If you ask me, it is immoral and unethical to get, pay for, or perform extraneous plastic surgery.
And yet, I hope it is never made illegal. This is a perfect opportunity to bring up an important point: there are things in this world you can disagree with, even passionately, which you still believe should be legal. This is how I feel about a great many things, from those which are currently illegal, like drugs, to things which are currently legal, like tattoos. Just because I think it’s a self-defeating decision to partake in either one doesn’t mean I think we should be sending people who do drugs or get tattoos to jail.
Writing this sort of gave me the idea that my morality is essentially plastic. It is entirely artificial. I don’t claim to have lofty justifications for much of what I decide to do or not do, it’s just the way I am. But like plastic, I am willing to bend my morality for others, to be accommodating, rather than rigid and unforgiving.
Christians might call my stance “forgiving,” or “merciful.” I tend to look at it as, “If it’s none of my business, then I have no business telling them what to do.” I think it’s a pretty common thing, actually. In fact, almost everyone I know is pretty much “live and let live.”
This leads me to wonder how we got to a point where so many individual choices which affect no one else are either prosecuted as criminal, or are on the block to be outlawed.
I guess you can kind of see it in the drug war. Drugs are said to be bad, not just for the user, but for those around them. I mean… I agree, drug addicts aren’t much to look at… but have you seen people who have had plastic surgery? There are even people who spend their kid’s college money on plastic surgery, people who are “addicted” to plastic surgery.
But you know what? Even if plastic surgery was illegal, people would still either get illegal (and therefore more dangerous, unregulated) plastic surgery, or they would find some other way to mask their unhappiness. Maybe gambling, if that is legal. Maybe seeing prostitutes, if that is legal. Maybe buying shoes… until that is illegal and we all have to walk around barefoot.
It doesn’t make much sense, really, to try to take away everything that might cause a problem. The end result of that is a society of people in their own personal cage, so no one can get in or out, and no one can make any mistakes… or decisions for themselves.
I will never get plastic surgery, but if you want to get it, go for it. After all, I might be completely wrong. Ultimately, however, I think you would have been happier just eating some make-up. At least then, you might finally be pretty on the inside.