I had Botox. I consider it a moral failing, but perhaps I have issues.

If memory serves, you had the Botox because you were trying to get relief in some way, not trying to recapture some lost youth because you imagine high school to have been the best years of your life.

Sorry. No moral failing for you.

Yeah, ita, you were seeking relief, not vanity. Holy hell, yeah.

KITTEN (Loki) is going crackers trying to get to the new fake mice secreted in the clear plastic box. Cracking me up because he's already got one right next to it. But no, must liberate the imprisoned...

OK, so looks like the parents want to pay cost (except for gigolos, mom informs me.) So I may be going to Bhutan in a few months!!! Holy hell!

Still, just having had my face immobilised (and especially because it didn't work) and living in LA leaves a bad taste.

I'll be honest, I don't see using botox to smooth your brows as a moral failing.

I've only been in Alabama once. The summer after my freshman year of college, my mom and I took about a week and a half and took a road trip through Cajun country and then along the Gulf Coast.

The thing I really remember from Alabama is Lambert's, home of the throwed rolls. We saw the sign on the highway and just had to stop there. [link] There's a really big dining room, and every ten minutes or so, someone comes in with a big basket of rolls and throws them to whoever puts a hand up. Someone else comes around with sorghum to put on them. (We had to ask what sorghum was. The guy serving it replied, "Are y'all Yankees?" My mom started laughing, because she thought that the accent and the use of "Yankee" was joking. It wasn't.) They also come around with buckets of fried okra, which they scoop out and put directly on the table, to eat with your hands. There was a loudspeaker where someone would periodically make announcements like, "Everyone cheer for Katie -- it's her birthday today!" One of the announcements was, "Everyone congratulate Jimmy -- he just got out of prison! And he's looking for a date!"

(I did what I generally do at southern meat'n'three places -- asked which vegetables were made without meat, and got a plate of four or five of them. Not the world's greatest dinner, but generally I end up with mashed potatoes, yams, corn, sometimes some greens, fried apples, and maybe mac and cheese.)

I think me doing it would be. I have youth issues.

I have youth issues.

What? Are you pro-Septugenarian?

Hell, half the time I consider the ER a moral failing. Botox is nothing compared to that.

To me, the distasteful thing is the notion that any given group of women in their mid-30s (esp. those who have known each other since high school or earlier) will be so hideously disfigured by age that they will benefit from cosmetic surgery pitches. A personal choice, medicinal treatment -- these are quite different from the peer pressure-enhanced feelings of inadequacy that I think are behind this botox party. But maybe I'm just a hippie or something.

Ah, Lambert's. That takes me back.