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...really wasn't what I expected," Barbour says. "They acted like they really did want to help me." While one woman handled the pregnancy test, Barbour spoke to a counselor who was very sympathetic. "She didn't show me any disgusting movies--though she did show me these plastic models of the fetus at each stage of development--and told me that it has a heartbeat immediately, which I knew medically was not true." The counselor asked about her resources, her family and her intentions. "She didn't actually prod me in any particular direction," Barbour says. "She was just...
...have to look too far to see why people looked down on Smith. In fact, you need only look precisely where she wanted you to: at the double-D twin attention rockets that helped blast her to stardom. (In life Smith was coy about the specifics of her plastic surgery--its existence confirmed, grimly, by the medical examiner after her death--even if she was not shy about displaying the results.) We have a Puritan suspicion of people who improve on what nature gave them. FX's Nip/Tuck both glamorizes and moralizes about plastic surgery. Last year Hillary Clinton dealt...
...should it be an insult? Plastic surgery may be self-indulgent. It may reflect poor priorities. But it is also essentially American. The U.S. is the country of self-invention, of new names, new faces and new starts--the land of plasticity. To be American is to refuse to be limited by the circumstances of your birth--ethnic, economic or genetic...
...Queer Eye” and “Project Runway,” as well as many men sporting the “Stanford Blatch” look, made famous by the “Sex and the City” character: bald, scarf-wearing, dark plastic glasses. Pulsing Euro beats pump into the small tent, overwhelming the audience as they await the start of the show.Tim M. Gunn, “Project Runway” personality and fashion guru, sits front row center, in a fitted grey pinstripe jacket, surrounded by the who?...
...favorite eateries - okay, that's a stretch to describe a gas canister, a slab of wood, a mortar and pestle and a few plastic bags of veggies and meat hung on an accommodating tree branch - is just outside my office. A man in a straw hat grills chicken, pork and fish marinated in garlic, white pepper and coriander root. His wife pounds green papaya for spicy salads and simmers broth in a battered pot balanced on what looks like a Bunsen burner. My husband and I gorge for $3 - and there's always enough for the street dogs that cozy...