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Robert Heinlein went one better with his
predictions of about the same time by declaring that not only would
plastic surgery remove all blemishes from human beauty, but that the
family psychiatrist would iron out all neuroses so that the last
hurdles to nudism, at least among everyone more intimate than the
pizza deliveryman, would finally be cleared.
What no one foresaw was that Father Time isn't so
easily mocked and that while all sorts of diets, treatments, and
cosmetic surgeries exist today, they cannot bring back youth. At
best, they can dam up the worst ravages, but not completely or
forever, so now we have that strange new variety of human life: the
vain and wealthy who diet, botox, face lift, liposuction, personally
train and Heaven knows what else until you have aging, Viagra-popping
actors who shave behind their ears and spend entire afternoons in the
gym to combat the encroachment of a spreading gut; and middle aged to
elderly women who starve themselves until they look like skeletons
who've been upholstered in saddle leather and kitted out with what are
less breasts than miniature airbags awaiting deployment.
And nude beaches are still the best argument
against naturism around. |
