Missing the Point Entirely

Yeesh.

This is from smartchristian.com (apparently, in this guys' case, a contradiction in terms):

God’s ultimate future is a “new heaven-and-earth” (Revelation 21:1). In Christ, we become integreated into God’s “new creation” (2 Corinthians 5:17).
So, how does this biblical truth relate to Botox? Because we must ask: what is the internal driving motivation for men and woman to spend millions of dollars to “recreate” their bodies? I believe it is the God-given hope and longing for a “new creation,” a new resurrected body. This is some food for thought as we enter 2009.

Ok, I can't get botox due to medical conditions (I doubt even a supreme deity could say what would happen if you mix botox with porphyria), but I wish I could. I want to be the sort of person that loves their wrinkles and accepts aging with grace and dignity, but I'm not. I'm obsessed with my wrinkles and (incipient) sagging. If I spent half as much time on say, world peace, as I do looking in mirrors and buying antiwrinkle products (that don't work), the whole planet would be holding hands and singing Kumbaya right now.

I do not do this out of a desire for a "new resurrected body". I do this because I live in a culture where a 25 year old actress is old. I do this because every image of a woman I see has been airbrushed to oblivion. I do this because I have never, in my entire life, seen anyone look at a 19 year old and a 50 year old and say, that 19 year old just looks too smooth and tight. I hate myself for buying into this and I can't stop it.

Moron. (Me and him.)

The absolute worst part? See that picture above? That guy isn't real, he's from a video game. It's still a good representation of my taste in men. I especially like the scar. Yet I still am horrified that I can't manage airbrushed perfection in myself. If I could just cut myself the same slack that I cut everyone else in the universe, including the made-up people, I'd be a lot happier.

Younger Men Love Age Obsession

So, my MIL is watching some horrible movie (I'm guessing Hallmark Channel or Lifetime) starring Heather Locklear about, I dunno, finding love again, or self-affirmation through screwing younger men or something.

Here's the lesson the movie (from what I can tell): I can catch me a significantly younger man by obsessing about my age, our age difference and generally being neurotic and self-absorbed.

Do men in their twenties actually get turned on by this? Really?

And, why would a 40 year old woman spend 3 hours crying about having great sex with a hot, young guy?

And and, why is it that a 40 year old man screwing a 27 year old woman is a bad thing to be scorned, but a 40 year old woman screwing a 27 year old man is life affirming and to be praised? Shouldn't we be scorning the woman as much as the men, rolling our eyes and calling the younger men gold-diggers? Or, could we just stop with the judging and leave adults to make their decisions without our involvement?