Loosen up those faces

Today, while waiting for a take-out sandwich at the 600, I thumbed through the latest issue of Capitol File, one of DC's many luxury mags. After successfully declining the numerous ads for shoes, twinkly stones, and white slavery, I got to the section where they feature photos from the latest and greatest gala. (A handful of them can be found here, in the "Eye Spy" section.)

Page after page, I was struck by the sheer tightness of the party-goers. Tight in the literal sense of the word; many of them have been so tucked, sand-blasted, and smoothed over, they're left looking like clay caricatures of themselves.

Suddenly, I recalled this video from the deep, dark recesses of my childhood memory:



Hey rich people: You're going to get old and dry up. Just roll with it.

When 'Tightening Up' Goes Terribly Wrong...

I'm all for tightening up loose skin to shed a few years. Heck, my parents basically fed me Botox flavored Gerber's as a baby but really, Priscilla? Her face makes we wonder if this site should include a disclaimer. I don't want to be responsible for anything this tight.