Are These the End Days?

The perfect woman?

Sadly, television is good for little besides learning which new drugs on the market that cause dizziness, irritability, nausea, shortness of breath, suicidal thoughts and suicidal actions I should ask my doctor about.  That, and the latest pizza deals at Little Caesar's. Despite that, having awakened early this morning with a severe stiff neck caused by working out at the gym trying to defy my age, I settled down on the couch with a heating pad and turned on the TV in hopes of distracting myself from the pain. I succeeded.

I watched a show called "Botched," which is about plastic surgery gone bad and the two doctors who specialize in revision surgery to fix the mistakes. One case involved a woman, about 35, who is devoting her life to what she calls "Bimbofication." She wants to turn herself into a bimbo, fulfilling  her ultimate goal of appealing to men on a physical level. She wants nothing more than to look like a Barbie doll, and to that end she has had countless surgeries to enlarge her breasts to their current size of watermelons, as well as getting cheek implants, a forehead implant, and Botox in her lips and around her eyes. As she put it, "I like having a frozen face."

Next she will have several ribs removed and have an "internal corset" installed to create a teeny waist. She also wants to sew her fingers together to have what she calls "doll hands."

That show ended and next Dr. Phil came on, His show was about a 37-year-old woman who married her son's best friend who is now 15. They started their affair when he was 14 and had a child together.

I read somewhere that certain religious sects believe that, according to hints found in the Bible, the world will end on April 23,  nine days from now. That means I won't get to go on my scheduled trip to Venice on the 27th, but still, I can't help but think it might be time.