Botox and Big Macs.. please do not exceed 180 mins..

I was walking through one of the main Christchurch malls the other day, somewhat mindlessly, searching for an item I probably didn’t need, when I passed the large pharmacy in the middle.

Right at the front doors was a huge sign advertising the availability of Botox in-store.

I had to double-take to make sure it wasn’t just a new face cream that claimed to work like Botox (seriously, who buys that crap?!) but on closer inspection my fears were confirmed – You can now go to the mall, have a happy meal, then get your face Botoxed.

As I walked past the sign, an older gentleman remarked to his wife in an enthusiastic way that there was a place here for Botox (!). It took all of my learned social skills not to turn around and whisk her away, fast.

Please don’t get me wrong, if you are into the whole “please freeze my face” scenario then by all means, go do what you have to do… just maybe don’t go to the mall to do it.

It got me thinking. As I walked around, I realised to my amusement, that if you had the time (and money), you could come to the mall, have breakfast, get your nails glued on, eat a Big Mac, get your pubes ripped out, your hair dyed and your face frozen, then return home looking like a totally different person.

I’m not wanting to go completely farmer’s market on you and suggest a mass boycotting of malls or similar places that offer bulk alteration services; it was merely an “epiphany” moment for me, that marketing of appearance and consumerism targeting those who are chronically unhappy and often bored is so prevalent at such places.

Really, you think I would have cottoned on to that by now…

And if we are honest, it will not stop me from traipsing through Kmart in search of what every girl needs… a giant plastic cactus.  For $19 thank you very much.

I just wonder how much of this BS we take in every day without noticing. I mean, advertising kind of relies on subtle ‘peripheral” cues for those of us that are not on a direct mission to buy one pack of undies and one umbrella. We see signs everywhere, promising slimness, youngness, sex and relaxation, and whilst none of those things are bad in and of themselves, do we really buy into the idea that we can get them in a 180 min trip to the place where the clocks don’t exist, and the sales people are 10 years old?

Perhaps, once you have done the Christmas shopping (bring a list, written in stone) it may be a better idea to take a walk through the park with a picnic lunch, sit down, and notice the life, the diversity, and the stillness around you.

Get some sun on your face…. Unless you just purchased a spray tan… I hear they are doing those at the mall for like $45…

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Very good young lady ,abit like that poor girl on instagram whos finally worked out how beautiful she is and doesn’t need all that people think they do in life just to fit in x

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  2. stylekounsel2012 says:

    Back in the day when Malls were shopping centers alterations meant getting ones clothing altered.
    My hair is turning the autumn shade of age,my skin not as smooth and my body can no longer tolerate the activity my younger self enjoyed.These vestments of age I wear with honor they reveal who I am and that to me is as it should be.My body and face are a reflection of time passing.
    Halt the furrowed brow by slowing down, breathe the air,enjoy clean eating and rest.

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    1. I hope to wear my age with as much grace as you xxx

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