Pamela Anderson used plastic surgery to give herself a bustline like the prow of a Chris Craft. Joan Rivers, the wisecracking talk show harpy, gleefully spent hundreds of thousands of dollars over the past few decades fending off Father Time by having herself nipped, tucked, padded, abraded and otherwise surgically shored up. Whatever works, I guess. Juliana Borges, along with her resident silicone hummocks and blobs, will be representing her country at the Miss Universe pageant shortly, and nobody seems to be unduly upset about it. Call me old-fashioned, but I would have thought a contest dedicated to seeking out feminine pulchritude would have specified that it be natural, not plastic.
Funny things happen when people resort to self-sculpturing.
Michael Jackson used to have a pretty normal looking nose. Now, after umpteen rhinoplasties, he has little more than two blowholes in the middle of his face. And then there's the case of the French performance artist who calls herself Orlan. Mademoiselle Orlan is currently in the final stages of a ten-year work in progress that she calls The Reincarnation of St. Orlan. I wish I was making this up - having a team of plastic surgeons construct the largest nose her face can support while she delivers lectures.