You've got your mother's eyes. You sound just like your dad. Your mom had that same facial expression when she was young. Hope you don't lose your hair as early as your dad did. She's got her old man's cleft chin. Yes, most of the world has ended up looking like their parents. Yes, genetics dictate a great deal of who we are, inside and out. It's all a question of how deep in denial we are about it all.
Which brings us to Los Angeles, home of Super Street and haven for the walking wounded. I hope you get that nose fixed. Laser surgery will help get rid of those scars. See, it feels just like real hair. They won't airbrush that out-I'll have to get it removed. Here, where beauty is a bigger commodity than anything else, nature is never enough. Not only would the decision-makers in this town not know what real is, they wouldn't want it if they found it. Here in L.A. artifice and superficiality reign supreme: scrape away the tinsel and you find...more tinsel. It's all about the look, the show, the air kiss. It's about being on, even when no one is looking (even when you're alone in your own apartment), who you know, and where you're sitting at the restaurant. (Only D.C. has more big boobs-and they're all busy running the country.) Hair coloring and extensions, collagen lips, tummy tucks, face lifts so tight their lips meet their earlobes, tanning parlors, fake smiles glued to made-up faces...all are part of the L.A. experience. Everything down to the trees are unnatural here. L.A. is a desert, after all.
The Civic you see here isn't from L.A. or from the United States for that matter. Toronto, Canada is her home, though her heart would feel ever comfortable in the streets of La-La Land. You say she is not a Civic? This will please her-she certainly does not look the part, but in her heart, in her bones, she is, and always will be. But she wanted to look like Elise, her hero. Who is Elise, you ask?
Perhaps you do not know Elise. Elise is a sensation in Europe, though she never really hit it big over here (Kind of like Rik Mayall). Elise was a party girl, a serious lampshade-on-her-head type, always willing to play and get a little tipsy and flirt and purr and get busy and ask for more when you're through. Exactly the kind of floozie that boys like. (That's it, I'm moving to Europe-JK) Exactly the kind of chirpy bird that DX Civic believed she wasn't. Alas, Elise was elusive-she would not abandon her European roots and come across the Atlantic. Civic knew of Elise and knew she would never come. She wanted Elise's qualities within herself, so she's working from the outside in to acquire them.
So she went to Dr. Tibor Lovasz to get her new look tended to. Tibor lives in Toronto, that most cosmopolitan of Canadian cities. Exquisite beauty can be seen all around you. From the lazily-altered French and Italian tongues that roll freely in the streets, to the delicate 18th century architecture of massive churches and official buildings to the statuesque women who have a decidedly Canadian sense of morality, it's all there to behold.