CONGRATS! You've won the Madison Ave Plastic Surgury Sweepstakes-What'll you tweek?

A fictional association of the Top 10 board certified plastic surgeons in the nation (5 from Hollywood/5 from NYC) has named you, yes YOU, winner of the Free Plastic Surgery Procedure Sweepstakes! along with $5,000 cash to cover time out from work whilst you recuperate.

Are you gonna be vain and have something done?

Are you open enough to tell people reading this thread what it is?

If you did have something done, would you admit it to family, friends, drinking buddies or co-workers?

Are you content enough with your own physical appearance that you’d return the prize?

Are you frugal enough that you’d request they hold the prize several years until Mother Nature really catches up with you?

Are you generous enough that you’d transfer the prize to someone really ugly or in dire need of a nip or tuck?

oops! I want a preview of titles!! Surgery

I’d return it. It isn’t exactly a matter of vanity; I’m just not willing to risk death for the sake of tight skin, or less fat pockets here or there, or bigger/smaller/perkier/etc boobs, or a less…uh…German nose.

But then again, I may change my tune around age 40-50.

I’d donate it to somebody who was disfigured in a car accident or something.

If I were to start micromanaging my body, I’d never be content with anything. And really the signifigant amount of pain and risk, not to mention the sheer falseness of it all, doesn’t seem worth it just to change something that won’t make you smarter, happier or healthier.

I’d have them move the extra meat from my nose down to my penis.

Nobody is getting within an inch of my penis with anything sharp.

Ten years or so ago, I’d have said not only no, but hell no. However, now that I’ve realized the extra skin from those two pregnancies is not going away by itself, I’d have a tummy tuck. I’d consider it more like having reconstructive surgery after a terrible accident than like pure vanity.

Vanity, thy name is Sue.

Hell yes I’d take it, have something done AND tell people. Not that it would suprise any of you that have read my recent thread.

I don’t know what I would have done though. I’d probably wait until I’m done having children and then use it for a boob lift. Hell, I’m probably going to do that anyway, even if I don’t win a prize…breast-feeding and going from a D-cup to an H-cup and back again really does a number on the perkiness factor. They currently still point up but another kid and five years will pretty much take care of that, I imagine.

I look at plastic surgery the way I look at speeding. It may be a bit risky and I may not get where I’m going much faster than the people I’ve passed but I still get there before they do.

Penis reduction, please.

I’d take a little out of the thighs and hips. And as long as they’re in the neighborhood, they can fix that little poochy belly thing I can’t get rid of. That’s all one procedure, right?

I’d also have them take the extra meat from his penis and put it on mine.

At this rate I could arrive in a room 10 minutes before I really get there.

looks at Junipers200’s removed thigh, hip and belly meat

“uhhh, are you done with that?”

umm, could I have the excess in my thighs transferred up about 18" to the boobal area?

Now that I’m starting to spread, I might go for a tummy tuck. The only thing I really want, though, is to lop off the large mole just below my hairline. It’s not a problem now, but it’ll really start to stick out in a few years.

None for me, thanks. I’ll age gracefully, saggily, as nature intended. Better to give such a prize to someone who really needs it - like an accident victim.

No, I’m gorgeous just the way I am, even though it isn’t the same shape as most of the people I see in magazines. Do you think they’d trade it in for laser eye surgery? According to my insurance company, that’s cosmetic…

OMG! Everything!!

Thank you.!!! Can I make an appointment now?

I’d get all the excess flab carved away from my hips, thighs and calves (I swear two-thirds of my weight is below my waist); maybe have the belly trimmed a little.
Although I would more likely pass it on to my wife, who has lost 50-75 pounds over the last twenty years and could use a skin-tuck, as well as some cosmetic work on some old surgical scars.

After two kids, the extra skin on the belly has caused me to go up *two sizes * in pants. The pants to not fit anywhere in the legs and butt like they should. It is most annoying. Everything else I can live with, but the pooch belly, I cannot not.

I will donate my proceeds to Calista Flockhart.

Well, I thank you all for responding to my mundane sociology study. Actually, from my perspective it’s not really all that mundane due to the fact I recently went under the knife (thanks for the vanity trait, Mom!).

Truth be told I for one am glad I did it. I’m almost 35 and ever since my mid 20’s my forehead brow lines got deeper and deeper each year to the point I’d refer to them not as wrinkles, but creases (ala Riddick Bowe). After taking the Botox route for a year, last month I opted for the more radical Forehead Lift.

What made it easy for me was the Plastic Surgeon who did my procedure is my mother’s employer (she works there part-time and gets an employee discount). The Dr was frank, open and honest about my procedure and set the right expectations.

One piece of advice I could offer from our discussions of plastic surgery in general was his rule that the masses that run out for lipo and body reduction surgery are usually wasting their money. He tends to steer people away from those procedures and tends to focus more on facial work and breast augmentation.

As far as price, we bartered a little. I got him a discount on the tumbled retaining wall for his estate and he gave me a net price of $5G.

The procedure took 6 hours and when I came out of my anesthetic haze I looked like the big time loser from a low budget Kung Fu movie. I still have a little swelling but the majority of it wasn’t visible after 2 weeks.

I told everyone I was having it done and 2 days after the surgery I was back at work (against the Dr.s advice). I got a little ribbing from friends, family & coworkers (things like “Phyllis Diller / Joan Rivers” there’s a call for you on line 1” being broadcast over the company intercom for a couple of days). Most people (including my ex-wife) say they can’t see the difference but that’s because they’ve forgotten what my forehead looked like prior to surgery.

Anyway, I’m rambling. That’s my tale of woe. Here are the results of our small, unscientific study as it currently stands (from head to toe starting with the conscience):[ul][]2 For Donations (Due to the sheer falseness of plastic surgery and an acceptance of aging gracefully)[]1 For a Raincheck[]1 For Lazik eye correction[]2 For Boobs Jobs (Including 1 with a little thigh work thrown in)[]3 For Tummy Tucks (Including 1 with a little thigh and hip tweeking, 1 for a Ally McBeal donation)[]2 For Penis Augmentation []1 For Keep Away from my schween[]1 For Lower Body / Leg work and 1 For a Total Overhaul[/ul]