This is a fun one to leave in the guest bathroom: A new magazine called Skin Deep that is all about you and plastic surgery.
The New York Post yesterday reported on the glossy's nationwide debut, following two previous issues that were released in test markets. The quarterly's editor in chief, Jeannette Martello, who's a practicing plastic surgeon herself, claims the mag is supposed to convey the gravity of surgery.
"A lot of people are being maimed, scarred and even killed because they're not getting the proper information. They think it's as easy as getting their hair or nails done," she tells the Post. "We tell people what the complications are -- whether it's nerve damage or skin loss or belly-button death." (That's apparently from a bad tummy tuck.)
So here's what we can learn from the 160-page winter issue:
-- Confessions of a collagen-injection addict
-- How new mothers can use cosmetic procedures to repair their bodies after childbirth
-- How to fill in facial wrinkles with a technique using your own fat. (That, strangely enough, could be a win-win.)
There's also an interview with model Carol Alt on eating raw foods and articles on teeth whitening, laser hair removal, ultrasonic liposuction, brow lifts, pinky toe tucks (who knew?) and what men really think about breast implants from a plastic surgery patient advocate. (Gee, in a plastic surgery mag, I wonder if they like them just fine but just hope their women get them from respected board-certified plastic surgeons, like the ones who are responsible for the bulk of the editorial content.)
Surely, any education about surgery options and descriptions of what they actually do to you when the nice anesthesiologist says, "See you soon!" after pumping a syringe into your I.V. is welcome. But it's laughable that this could be a serious treatment of a scarily runaway industry. The article "Breast Reduction: For All the Right Reasons" does not give me hope.
What Skin Deep does give me is too much information about all the procedures I can get done to my body that I didn't even know existed. That's why I studied my brows in the mirror this morning and took a good, honest look at my little toes. Thankfully, they're all right where they should be.
In this case, ignorance may be bliss.