February 14, 2006

MY LIPS ARE SEALED

Every year I think I've found the right Valentine's gift and every year someone thinks of something more creative. And bizarre.

And painful:

They're not like us, the Southern Californians.

Take the way they deal with Valentine's Day.

""Keep yourself busy almost to the point of exhaustion,''
says a news release touting Beverly Hills, Calif., psychiatrist
Charles Sophy. ""When you are not in a relationship, you often
forget about what really matters and can make yourself sick
that you're the only one in the office without roses on her
desk.''

It's just a stupid holiday. Who's to know you didn't get
something more practical … like chocolates or underwear?

A couple days later, another press release arrived, also
from Beverly Hills, that seemed to explain this mysterious
angst. ""With Valentine's Day just around the corner, plastic
surgery has become one of the most sought-after gifts this year
… and the labiaplasty is at the top of that list.''

That seemed to explain it. If you're a woman in L.A. and you
have no roses on your desk, your coworkers will all be
whispering, ""Look who got labiaplasty for Valentine's Day.''
That could be embarrassing.

Is it me or is life getting closer to "Nip/Tuck" every day?


Posted by Jeff at February 14, 2006 08:08 AM
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