So, I am addicted to makeover shows. It could be a house, a car, a person, a dog it matters not as long as there are before and after shots.
I TiVo the following makeover shows:
What Not to Wear If Stacy and Clinton knew me they would want to be best friends with me and would let me be on their show as the third wheel
Design on a Dime I can watch a 30 min episode in 5
TLC’s plastic surgery shows So I can be furious at people who are addicted to surgery and 18 year olds getting collagen and botox
The Swan I am SO fascinated by the concept that an ugly woman can undergo a Mercedes worth of plastic surgery only to be told that even with all that, she is still not pretty enough.
But, so here’s my beef: where is MY makeover? Where is the team of celebrity makeup artists and hair stylists to make ME over? Where is the ex-marine physical trainer to whip ME into shape? Where’s MY therapist? WHEN DO I GET MY CHANCE?
What about all the rest of us Joe Schmoes who can’t seem to motivate ourselves into health and fitness and who can’t afford beauty and fashion?
I figure that it is just a matter of time before all of America has had a makeover. I’m patient. I’ll gladly wait my turn.