By AVI VINCE
Marriage, or the prospect of marriage, makes some girls go bonkers. And this new craze just testifies to that.
We have all heard of how some girls turn into Bridezilla during the planning of their wedding. As well as their bridesmaids, sisters, mother, mother-in-law, step-mother and really any female within 10 kilometres of the bride being infected with the disease.
But as of today, there is a new gold standard of crazy bride stuff. As of today, this is the number one craziest thing a woman can do prior to getting engaged:
And that’s to have hand rejuvenation surgery for the perfect Instagram engagement-ring shot.
This from ABC News in the US:
When Christa Hendershot got engaged last fall, she, like thousands of other women, wanted to show off her engagement ring on social media. But after snapping a few photos, she realised she didn’t like the way her hands looked.
So the 33-year-old from Mount Sinai, New York, turned to plastic surgery, hoping it would smooth out her hands in order for them to become more “selfie worthy.” She recently shelled out more than $3,000 for hand rejuvenation at her plastic surgeon Dr. Ariel Ostad’s office in New York.
Hendershot told Ostad she was unhappy with her hands because she thought they were veiny and her knuckles were “very red.”
No, sadly, I am not joking.
“What we’re doing today is basically using a filler called juvederm and it lasts nine months,” says NYC dermatologist Dr Ariel Ostad. He says doing so achieves a “fuller and younger look for the picture-perfect selfie,” with ”a smooth surface so we don’t see any of those underlining structures.” Um, bones?
And I am here to say, I understand the pressure. I hate my hands. I think they are too big. I also have really weak nails which I sometimes bite/play with, so my finger tips are usually ugly.
So when I got engaged, I didn’t upload a photo of my hand and sparkler. I changed my Facebook relationship status. (For the record, I had to first change it to “In a relationship with” and then “Engaged to”.) And that is how I told people who I didn’t make contact with every week (others got a text message – no photo).