At the grocery store recently, I saw a picture of a woman that looked fit and fabulous. It was in an advertisement, and it was clear from a distance that the advertisement was about how to get that way.
‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘I bet that took a lot of good hard work.’ I mentally gave her kudos and indulged in a short daydream about when I would look that good.
Alas, it wasn’t so. It turned out the advertisement was about plastic surgery.
No thank you. I’m getting my body the old fashioned way. And if I ever meet that girl, and find myself in a wierd universe where we must fight to the death, I’ll be the one walking away from that match.