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My friend Danielle told me about a billboard she drove past in downtown LA. It was an advertisement for a Cosmetic Gynecologist. She was asking what that meant and I told her that it sounded like it could be a new creative term for a Sex Reassignment surgeon. LOL!
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More likely
they trim up droopy labia and things frequently caused by the rigours of childbirth, some of which is about the continuing objectification of women.
Angharad
Angharad
It's also about making boatloads of money
http://www.cosmeticgynecology.net/
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
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--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Correct
One of the first surgeons in LA to do labiaplasties on women to give them younger labia also did SRS and voice surgeries.
I'm All For Younger Body Parts
Having studied firsthand Aging Anatomy 101 for the last few years I'm wondering if the good doctor could check a few of my not-so-vital organs for revisionary surgery.
I'm not looking for miracles:
1.) Something in a drip when I want to / don't drip when I don't want to tuck would be nice.
2.) How about removing whatever it is that makes me groan when I move too quickly.
3.) The surgeon could remove what makes me want to sleep whenever I sit in my comfy chair in front of the TV. (Maybe it's the program schedulers who need to remove a few god-awful shows.)
4.) Mostly I would love to find out who attached my mother's hands to my arms. Honestly, that was simply a nasty trick. One minute I had these graceful fingers that I loved to float through the air, the next I'm just one big age-spot. New skin -- Please!
The list is just too long for this forum . . . or my "form" is just too round for this world.
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
I want to know why I keep falling over
- and that's before I've opened the wine.
It's also embarrasing when it takes three 85 year old women to lift me when I fall on half a centimetre of snow.
Apart from the bits that have fallen off/don't work any more/never worked/weren't made properly in the first place/were stuck together with Sellotape, I'm fine.
Droopy fanny? That's the least of my worries.
Susie