Reading upthread, I wonder if -- were she alive today -- if Marilyn Monroe would have availed herself of plastic surgery. Or Rita Hayworth, or a great favorite of mine, Carole Lombard. Or any of the other greats of cinema history, before cosmetic surgical techniques caught up with ambition.
That is, I don't understand why women who are universally acknowledged as drop-dead gorgeous feel a need to "improve"? We're all insecure, in many ways, but amidst complete approval of one's physical self . . . why then try to go one better?
I know I'm preaching to the choir. All I can say is:
We are strange animals.