I saw an ad for Botox treatments, which advertised, “for women 18 to 65.” Supposedly it erases frown lines and wrinkles, which lets the world know that you have laughed too much?
Where do we get these ideas? I know of almost no one who likes immature trees and can you imagine wanting only tulip sprouts, or seedlings?
We do seem to prefer our animals with large round heads, short limbs and compact bodies, all part of that baby look, so does that mean we want our lovers and idols and partners to all be infants?
Evidently a lot of us do.
In a world where youthful mothers promise healthy babies this makes sense. In our world where so many people are on birth control that wouldn’t seem to be an issue, but it obviously is.
When society has most of its basic needs met, it seems they need to invent something that adds a little excitement in their life. Our society has a class of people always willing to provide that – because they get their excitement from the money such things generate.
People like to hunt, kill, eat and wear other creatures. They like to decorate their skin or buy extravagant dwellings and fast cars. And now we have people whose age is marked by their inability to move parts of their face.
I think I prefer old souls no matter what kind of a shell they live in.
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