How Much more proof do you need to know that the American “culture” is doomed and dying? A fucking kids book about plastic surgery?
‘My Beautiful Mommy’ is aimed at kids ages four to seven and features a plastic surgeon named Dr. Michael (a musclebound superhero type) and a girl whose mother gets a tummy tuck, a nose job and breast implants. Before her surgery the mom explains that she is getting a smaller tummy: ‘You see, as I got older, my body stretched and I couldn’t fit into my clothes anymore. Dr. Michael is going to help fix that and make me feel better.’
(Try I got lazy and old. So I’ll pay someone to hack me up so that I look like something from a toy store)
Mom comes home looking like a slightly bruised Barbie doll with demure bandages on her nose and around her waist.
The text doesn’t mention the breast augmentation, but the illustrations intentionally show Mom’s breasts to be fuller and higher. ‘I tried to skirt that issue in the text itself,’ says Salzhauer. ‘The tummy lends itself to an easy explanation to the children: extra skin and can’t fit into your clothes. The breasts might be a stretch for a six-year-old.’
I’m all for elective surgery. It’s how I plan on living forever, after all. But pimping cosmetic surgery to children is just fucking ludicrous. By the time they are sixteen, they’ll be wanting boobjobs, ass implants, liposuction, and permanent makeup. All to conform to someone else’s idea of what they should look like.
It’s a horrible thing to do to a kid.
(Via Boing Boing.)