What do you hope to see one day when you look in the mirror?
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. . .here are my thoughts.
What do you hope to see one day when you look in the mirror?
This Botox commercial making the rounds has me on the verge of anger. If you were like me and missed the first couple seconds that labeled it as a Botox ad, those next 20 seconds were very confusing. The progression makes no sense! I assume Stephen’s husband died, but they never say how. In an extreme bout of stereotyping, my lizard brain immediately conjured up that he died of HIV/AIDS. Thus, 10 seconds in, I’m thinking this is an advertisement for an HIV med. Once I saw it was for Botox, I altered the likely cause of death to cancer strictly based on Stephen’s shaved head. My new assumption was he gave himself the ol’ straight razor in solidarity to his late husband as he underwent chemo. Ultimately, the whole death aspect became moot as we quickly transitioned to Stephen’s eagerness to fall in love again. But who could love Stephen if he had wrinkles all over that bald head of his? I hope I live long enough to look in the mirror and see nothing but wrinkles. Wouldn’t mind botulizing my sweaty axilla, though.
I won’t SAY. Brad is tired of saying never.
Me no comprende.
The more wrinkles the older I am. Getting old is a good thing. I would love to see my mother when I look in the mirror. I always thought she was a beauty into her late 70’s. I also would like to see my dad’s legs. He had great legs for a guy.
I am looking in a mirror and seeing wrinkles. It’s fine with me though. Every time I look in the mirror it looks more and more like my Mom looking back at me. I wouldn’t mind Botox for my darn migraines.
That’s definitely an option. That toxin can do a lot of nifty things.