Haha! Shit, your post was funny.
Anyway, I’ve often wondered if Michael isn’t a closeted transsexual. All of his alterations seems to be directed at making him look like a white woman instead of a white man.
Whatever the case, I hope he’s using his new-found free time to seek therapy. It’s a shame how disturbed he is.
As for the skin issue – I’ve know people with severe vitigilo and makeup doesn’t really do shit for it. They’ve weighed in that they think MJ does have it, FWIW.
“poepel says tings…”
yeah, me too.
Why did I have to click???
Well, that was the bit I quoted in my reply.
That’d be different then.
Uprovably speculate away…
So, how would one go about lightening one’s skin? I mean, is it like a pill, or an injection, or a cream, or what? And would it be permanent, or would you have to go in for treatments every few weeks, or something?
Wikipedia says it’s a topical application, which I presume means a cream or something like it.
Whatever the precise nature of the bleaching agent, it would have to be reapplied regularly. It’s not like Wite Out.
Most often creams, can be pills, can be lasers, never heard of injections. They’re all repeat processes AFAIK. The problem with lightening, as seen with MJ, is that the vitigilo will often appear in lighter and lighter patches until you have to bleach bone white to match the skin tones. It’s usually only recommended in very severe cases. A friend of mine did it, but she was already pale-ish to begin with, so the change wasn’t that drastic.
The book The Odd Body, by Dr. Stephen Juan, says that Michael Jackson has “almost certainly” been using monobenzone to bleach his skin, whether as a treatment for vitiligo or just to depigment his skin because he likes it better that way, and that the monobenzone is a topical solution that must be applied on a regular basis or the original skin pigmentation returns. He concludes this segment by stating that “The truth is that Michael Jackson could return to his original skin tone any time he wants.” (I’m paraphrasing from memory because I can’t find the book at the moment, but that was pretty much what he said.)
It’s not speculation it’s fact-- wait! Aaaah that’s right, it’s only speculation, that is correct. This wild imagining would finally confirm what everybody’s been guessing for ages, but sadly it is just a whimsy, no more. Well, suppose there’s this imaginary girl whose roomate’s dad was a modest reconstruction-specializing plastic surgeon extraordinaire and general Good Guy, unwittingly cursed with a daughter who used to pick up things because she was devious and snoopy in the* extreme*. Let’s daydream that this surgeon-father had a certain client at one time, who came to him and his partner with a botched nose job. Actually, you might say many botched nose jobs.
If you were the sort of person to speculate about such matters, you might speculate that the person owning the botched nose job was in deep trouble because most of the small amount of skin and tissue remaining had been stretched too tightly over the mix of cartilege and other building materials that had been jammed in there. It would be interesting to dream a wild dream where-in this had caused the nose to essentially die.
That is when the totally fictional surgeon-father and partner did all sorts of work to put things back as best they could. One could imagine that the surgeon-father is still ticked about the patient going on to other surgeons who then messed up all the good work he and his partner did, re-attaching and making the nose look reasonably normal, the way they had. A person could wonder about this completely fabricated scenario and pretend that there was a *reason * the nose-in-progress client wore masks all the time at one point, and still does on occasion. If this were real, which it is not.
And the award for most long-winded hypothetical that can be whittled down to about five sentences goes to…!!
LOL. Sorry, sorry. I enjoyed that nonetheless. Puts a whole new spin on ‘nosy.’
Ashes, Ashes, I would suspect that such a story would be worth loads, were it only true…
