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The rise of “Frankenwomen” has led to a psychological epidemic. Women are no longer just changing their hairstyles or makeup—they’re changing their entire faces to fit an ever-narrowing standard of beauty. Cheek implants, Brazilian butt lifts, nose jobs to “Kardashianize” their profiles—it’s a never-ending cycle of enhancements—and what’s worse is the goalposts keep moving. And thanks to Instagram, the pressure is relentless. Filters and editing apps have created a world where even the most beautiful women aren’t beautiful enough. It’s no wonder anxiety, depression, and body dysmorphia are skyrocketing. When perfection is just a swipe away, reality becomes dark and unbearable.
So, what happens when the line between reality and filter becomes so blurred that we no longer know what’s real? More
Boy-oh-boy! I’m all for an illustrated article about She Breasts!
Oh. Never mind.
…plastic perversion become the standard for all of us… what an interesting and offensive statement. So many assumptions demonstrating only the narrowness of the writer’s view. Maybe it was seen as a clever turn of phrase, but it really turned the article into a siloed excursion into a tiny freakish slice of humanity.
People wanting their lips to look like butt holes are kind of perverse though, really.
I hate those stupid giant fake lips. You look like a monkey’s butt.
https://www.meme-arsenal.com/memes/08fa46b35f0ed2650620a28941ee8dd5.jpg
Then there is the segment of society that enters college somewhat sane and natural looking.
By the time they leave college, they look like Hell spawn.
Certain people can easily be brainwashed into going where no one should go.
Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star
But don’t be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same
We’re all the same
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same
America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are
All women who are not Democrats are each beautiful in their own way, and not every man finds the same type of woman appealing. Variety is the spice of life, after all.
And no one keeps the same body their entire life. No amount of plastic surgery can fend of gravity, metabolic, and hormonal changes forever. Skin, hair, even bones are changed by Time in ways no scalpel or drug can repair, and if you have unlimited time and money to try you just end up looking like Nancy Pelosi.
My wife was not a classic beauty by blonde patrician standards, but she was beautiful to me when we were dating, beautiful to me when we married, beautiful to me when she carried my child, and remains beautiful to me after 28 years of marriage, despite changes wrought by Time and breast cancer to her body. We lived those changes together, and they made us closer because we lived them as one. I am certanly no prize, no leonine song of masculine handsomeness am I, but she didnt marry me for my ruddy craginess, but she never made me feel I needed to slice and dice my flesh to keep her in the fold, and I would never even consider doing the same because I dont NEED a high maintenace vainglorious woman who is going to see everything through the lens of how it serves HER quest to keep her looks even if it kills me, but an honest, strong woman who doesnt fret over breaking a nail when shes cleaning the chicken coop or being too delecate to take care of her aging mother’s highly personal needs.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Every line, every grey hair, every scar and every bump and bruise she has suffered for the last three decades, she has suffered at my side and as my love, my partner, my life; and this has only enhanced her beauty to me over the years. Having seen what she’s suffered and gone through masectomy and reconstruction, I can only say that it would be the epitome of madness to me to suggest 0pthat she undergo costly. risky, and completely unnecessary tampering by Man that would only destroy the beauty God gave her in a vain attempt to turn her into something she and I would both know damn she isnt that would be less lovely than the gift He gave me all those decades ago, and that love and life have sculpted every day since.
“Hot” women may be the only goal in a 20 yo, but at some point a man needs to realize there needs to be more than one gearvin the grarbox, and that looks dont last, but love does.
And eventually, even when youre young, you have to get back out of the bed.
Thats the point where a young man may say of his hot young woman that he was willing to kill and die for five minutes ago. that’s why there are hookers, they are paid to leave, and therein lies the difference.
A real woman with real inner beauty, you NEVER want to leave.
And thats a beauty that no scapel can impart.
I am repulsed by all of it.
Went to dinner with a gal that manages a local bank branch. Didn’t know she was enhanced with a plethora of tattoos and up to that point I had found her attractive.
They reminded me of the weird and creepy girls in grade school and Jr High that were continually drawing on themselves with magic markers and ball point pens.
Most want to be sexually attractive to everyone in the world and scream bloody murder if it works, but they’re really only attracting the ones that would hump a rock if it isn’t rolling.
BTW, I think extra puffy lips is one the worst thing to see that anyone does to themselves. Ew.
There should be a national holiday – or week : No makeup day!
Probably empty the streets and sidewalks of most women. Think of how great traffic would be.
I wonder when the social scientists are going to admit that we’ve abandoned the patriarch and have fully embraced the matriarch with all the connotations of societal collapse.
The legitimate studies I’ve seen document a strong correlation between body modification and borderline personality disorder.
Reminds me of the hoi polloi elite in the Capital during The Hunger Games.
For 42 years I have been married to the most beautiful woman in the world. And while I might be the only one who thinks so, I am the only one whose opinion matters to her.
She’s a Barbie girl in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic.
It’s all by design. Satan likes people to be slaves, including fashion. God’s Word never changes but fashion does change all the time in order to keep women and men of kilter and never quite being able to reach the goal.
Apparently the machine that goes “PING” has been resurrected for bad.
Well, humans are not going to be able to compete at all with the women “made” by Ai. Ai females created with written prompts now have their own Instagram accounts and millions of followers.
It’s a brave new world out there.
We’re bring warned (promised?) that because the Large Language Models at the heart of AI software is “trained” on large volumes of (selected) web content, they will produce (and in some cases are already producing) bizarre, surreal, and wholly wrong output. I shudder to think of what a porn-generating AI will vomit up after watching too many AI generated skin flicks.
What ever happened to; “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?”
So sad that today’s society is ruled by immoral people made ugly by their demons, trying to convince everyone that they’re beautiful. A perfect example of “Misery demanding company”.
Do fake tranny Frankenwomen come equipped with enormous schwanstuckers? No thanks, I’ll pass. I couldn’t even begin to imagine any kind of this shit when I married my beautiful young wife 47 years ago in 1977. We both would’ve laughed our asses off and thought it to be totally absurd.
Kardashian is only famous because of her porn film with a gangbanger.
Beautiful post SNS.
efemdy, love your post.
So glad I’m old!
“So glad I’m old!”
I married way above my head as far as looks go. Why do you think if you are old you are not attractive? We had a reunion with a bunch of ex shop employees. At the end one of the wives confessed to my 62 year old wife that she always hated standing around her because she had the most beautiful facial features she’s ever seen on a woman and still does. Wife went beat red, I told her shut up and make me breakfast. Hilarity ensued. When you get aged, what attractive about your feminine better half are the small imperfections. But because you have a few mile behind you even makes you more attractive. In my book anyway. I love mature women.
@Mrs Radioman
Me too. Youth is wasted on the young, especially boys with sex on the mind 24/7/365. It’s a gorilla on the back. Believing in God and Jesus as the savior is probably the best way to put it into proper perspective while growing up. I didn’t have that outlook as a youth, so I wasted a lot of time and energy.
Bad_Brad: “Why do you think if you are old you are not attractive?” I don’t. I’m just glad I’m not young in this era, for all sorts of reasons. I prefer the manners and grace and politeness and gratitude and modesty and beliefs that I grew up with.
Mrs radiomattm
And that’s the perfect mind set. Sorry I misunderstood where you where going with that.
No need to apologise Brad. Off to bed now and bid you good night.
Mrs radiomattm
You never need to apologize for anything to me. Neither does Mr. radiomatt. We are all on the same page.
Tim Buktu
Tuesday, 24 September 2024, 23:23 at 11:23 pm
“Believing in God and Jesus as the savior is probably the best way to put it into proper perspective while growing up. I didn’t have that outlook as a youth, so I wasted a lot of time and energy.”
…when I first got married I was still out in sin and relatively young, and as such my eyes wandered astray. A Lord I didnt know kept it from going any further and exposed my sin, and though she had every reason to divorce me and take my young son and my real life away, He put it in her heart to endure the humiliation and pain I had caused us and have patience with me. He then put her old pastor in our path who led me to a church, who led me to an altar, who led me to the Lord.
Some time and miracles after that, I was led to accept that we needed to get married again even though we had never devorced, but THIS time before the Lord I had accepted for REAL. And so, before our birth families and our Church family, and fully in sight. of the Lord, we renewed our vows on 11/11/11, and God has been part of our marriage for real ever since.
On that day my wife proved how much she loved me by allowing me as part of the ceremony to sing to her. Understand that I am an ATROCIOUS singer, and not a particuarly public person, but God had given me a song to sing to her, and it would have been meaningless had it not come from me, so sing I did in front of everyone I loved and respected and the other couple hundred or so people on the riverboat who were unfortunate enough to hear me on the very good sound system on our middle deck.
And this is what I sung;
https://youtu.be/P0ZzZFJ_nAI
“look at you, and I see the one God chose for me
What did I do to deserve all I have received?
We’re like a hand in glove, one heart made from two –
God knew that I needed you
You know my heart, in a way I’m known by no one else
And who you are gives, me strength beyond myself
In spite of all you see, I know your love is true
God knew that I needed you
When we face the darkest of the night
I’ll reach out for your hand
And I know your love will hold me tight
Till we see the Sun again
For God has given me a taste of heaven here on earth
‘Till life is through, I belong with you
My heart will fail and my weaknesses will be uncovered
But love will prevail when we choose to turn to each other
And in the deepest valleys the Lord will see us through
God knew that I needed
He knew just what I needed
God knew that I
I needed you”
-Dick & Mel Tunney, “God Knew That I Needed You”
…and I meant every word of it.
And still do.
And the Lord has blessed us through trials and losses, though sickness and death, and we’re still together, there for each other in His Grace and Mercy, and we need Him and each other more than ever.
And we have faith that it will work out, for we have a Father looking out for us.
As the song says,
“And in the deepest valleys the Lord will see us through”
…and so He has.
And so He will.
I love my wife, and thank the Lord that He knew I needed her, and put it in her heart to love me.
And thats something that not Time, not Man, not even Death can take from us.
Thank you Lord for sending me your best.
And I pray to You daily that I can be worthy of her, and of Your trust.
God knew I needed her.
And God knows I, and we, need Him too.
God Bless,
SNS
I blame Hip Hop whore culture for the current warped, distortion of female beauty “standards”. The Kardashian effect fosters how lots of young women see themselves. Especially, black American women who culturally appropriate the so-called white look.
Not every woman can look like Sophia Loren or Lena Horne. People in general have lost the definition of beauty standards according to God:
1 Peter 3:3-4, The Holy Bible ESV
“Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.”
How many young women today even know true beauty is modesty, humbleness and compassion. They are lost in pop culture and Marxist feminism. It will take a return to God to cancel out the twisted beauty concepts dominating society.
^^^
…and I was able to sing that song, too, despite the very public venue and very private anxieties.
Because I held the hands of my beloved the whole time and looked nowhere but in her beautiful eyes, and for that time there was no one else in the world but we two, and no one but the Lord in Heaven looking on.
“…when I first got married I was still out in sin and relatively young, and as such my eyes wandered astray. ”
Interesting. How old were you when you got married. And maybe that doesn’t matter in all reality. Previous to meeting my wife I was the ultimate jack rabbit. Jumping from hole to hole. I met my wife as a waitress and I was done. DONE. I just knew, and so did she she.
Bad_Brad
Wednesday, 25 September 2024, 0:23 at 12:23 am
…I was in my late ’20s, and my previous experiences were the polar opposite of yours, in that I had little to none. Id worked with guys in autoshops my whole life to that point, and was quite shy with the ladies, having nothing really to offer them but pimples and horniness. It was a bit better by the time I met her, as I was in the middle of my FD thing then and had gained confidence and lost the zits, but still in a mostly sausage fest environment. So a couple years into the burn I got my factory gig where women were MUCH more represented, and satan started whispering in my ear about how maybe I was missing out, and I was fool enough to listen. Without getting into the grotty and frankly embarassing details, God put a stop to it before it got physical, and I damn near put a stop to myself with the coward’s way out before He sent a friend to take the knife out of my hand and make me deal with the mess Id made of my life, so I lived to see the pastor, the altar, and find the forgiveness of a good woman and a great God, and so I am here to testify on Him today.
I was not perfect, and still am not.
But by His help and grace, and aided by the love of a good woman, Im learning how to be better.
Oh man, now were blaming plastic surgery on Hip Hop. OK. Maybe it’s just weak minded desperate woman that only want, well you know. Historically that’s not an unreasonable thing to ask for or expect. Unless you habitually vote Democrat. Let’s face it, the Democrat party equals no stiff dicks.
Good night.
SNS, If you read my above post I was far from perfect as well. But the introduction to that perfect mate changes everything. We’ve been rolling strong for forty years and the kids have instructions to call ahead before dropping by. Just in case.
68 year old widower here. Not looking to get married again. I don’t golf but wouldn’t mind a fair amount of pussy to pass the time and enhance my retirement. As long as they’re not fat and they don’t twerk, I don’t care what color their hair is.
@ 337: they look like maxine waters, like a baboon’s ass
those giant ‘lips’ look like 10 pounds of dog-pussy