In the Bush years, the plastic surgery bubble seemed a sure sign of madness bound to burst. Parents purchasing breast implants for their teenage daughters, husbands buying surgery gift cards for their wives, actresses and models documenting hospital pilgrimages on TV, boob blogs. Rear ends were lifted while Iraq burned, the deficit soared, and the polar ice caps melted.
Oh puleeze – I was quite sure that I’d heard of breast implants before George came to destroy Eden and this suspicion was confirmed when a quick trip to Google for “Breast Implants 1995” (when, you may recall, a certain breast aficionado not named Bush was President) came up with two billion hits.
I’m warning BDS sufferers now – you can drag out the inevitable, hold show trials of Bush Administration figures for years, blame the death of polar bears and a surplus of overly-plump buttocks on Bush, but some day in the not too distant future you’ll have to face the new reality and acknowledge that the man’s gone. And then what will you do?