Monthly Archives: January 2014

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If you haven’t heard about it already, you will.

Of course, the tragedy was documented on the internet within seconds. But at first, in all of the links I came across, I saw that the specifics had been tastefully left out, and it didn’t seem like anyone was trying to “uncover the truth.” It wasn’t on the news, and nobody outside of our “Beverly Hills plastic surgery community” seemed to know about it. I truly thought that this was really going to just come and go, to be left alone for the family and the people involved to deal with without scrutiny. When I turned on the radio on my way to the OR the next morning and heard about Justin Bieber’s arrest for a DUI while drag racing, I was sure that the pop culture machine had moved on.

Until I saw this article that one of my colleagues sent me:

At least the article was objective. It just seems unfortunate to me that the Hollywood Reporter felt a need to delve into such a sad, personal tragedy for viewership. The only thing that makes it even Hollywood Reporter-able was their angle about it involving a big “Celebrity Plastic Surgeon. ” The article even went on to mention celebrities who have been rumored to have been his patients. Was that necessary?

Now that the information is out, I’m sure there will be countless commentaries throughout the media where bored, scandal-hungry, reality-TV thriving Americans will give their opinions as to why it happened. There are already insensitive comments circulating on the internet about the surgeon, Beverly Hills, and plastic surgery in general, insinuating that everyone involved was greedy and crazy and did something wrong. Not to mention the tasteless videos posted on You Tube by onlookers who recorded the whole incident on their phones.

I’ve heard that there is already an article out there entitled, “Woman Jumps off Building Unsatisfied With Her Plastic Surgery.” This is ridiculous. It was the morning after her surgery, and there was no way any rational individual would make a decision at that point about their surgical outcome. She most likely hadn’t even seen herself yet. The surgeon and his work are completely unrelated to this woman’s suicide.

I know that this little blog is not a big enough platform to nip the growing snowball of negative editorials that are going to be written about Beverly Hills plastic surgeons and their patients in the bud. All I ask is that everyone who has a chance to read this, please share it with whomever you can. None of the people involved with this devastating event wanted it to happen. The surgeon is actually the best in our field for what he does, and gives impeccable care to all of his patients. The patient had an excellent team of caregivers. Her running onto the roof and jumping was not “a reaction to the medication given to her” as someone commented below the above recent article link. Why she did it? I don’t know—it’s none of my business.

I guess all I want you to take away from this is that the surgeon and his work and her suicide were most likely COMPLETELY UNRELATED incidents. Try to ignore the sensationalized stories that will undoubtedly pop up on the internet or on talk shows in the weeks to come, and remember that NOBODY has the facts.



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I mean, exponentially darker.

This shocking information is probably only going to resonate with my generation–the women who read those books back in the early eighties. When they were paperbacks—you know, with the cut-out window on the front cover and the girl looking through it from the second page?

When I was a pre-teen reading the first in the VC Andrews trilogy, I didn’t question why the kids had to be locked in the attic–as the mother explained, they had to stay hidden until their grandfather died. Otherwise, she would lose her inheritance. For a pre-teen, that’s enough of an explanation. I just went with it, waiting for the part where the brother and sister get it on Blue Lagoon style. But as an adult, forced to at least notice the billboard advertising the new Lifetime movie while crawling along with the traffic on Santa Monica Boulevard, I couldn’t help trying to remember what the big deal was. I mean, why would the grandfather be so angry that he had grandchildren? Wouldn’t he be happy? Don’t grandparents love to have as many grandchildren as possible?

Well, I Wikipediad it and learned about a plot point that was definitely lost on me back in grade school. And, after talking to multiple women in my age range, I’m discovering that at least most of us  missed it:

Why couldn’t the grandfather know about the kids?



I can only speak for myself, but when I was twelve years old, I thought the grandmother calling them “Devil’s Spawn” was just a really mean way of insulting them.

So my question is, did V.C. Andrews purposely make that detail too sophisticated for children to understand? And was this even supposed to be a children’s book to begin with? I mean, back in 1980, did she expect the conversations to go like this:

 “Honey, what’s that you’re reading?”

“Oh, it’s just a book about four kids who get locked in an attic for years and since they’re all alone for so long with nobody else and nothing to do, the brother and sister start falling in love and having sex. But what makes it even weirder is that the four kids are products of incest themselves. So it’s like double incest. Creepy, right?”

I saw an ad for the TV movie that said something about how “the book your parents wouldn’t let you read is now a Lifetime event.” That is incorrect. I don’t think anyone was kept from reading that book. Sure, we had to hide Judy Blume’s Forever but I don’t remember Flowers in the Attic even being controversial when it came out. Our parents were probably thrown off by the cute cut-out-window cover with the girl looking through.

And the fact that we could all read that book so innocently and undisturbed back then is a real testament to how technology has changed our lives, and our privacy. A worldwide Flowers in the Attic frenzy amongst pre-teens could never happen today. Someone would figure it out and then it would go viral on the internet and our parents would block it from all electronic devices. Who knows—Amazon might even yank it.

For those of you who are too young to feel the enormous sting of this discovery, try to imagine how you would feel if in thirty years you found out that you missed all the cues that Bella was really adopted, and that Edward was once her real father.

I haven’t yet met anyone who already knew this life-altering piece of information, so if you did, please comment!

One thing I do know…expect the Flowers in the Attic eBook sales to skyrocket because the reaction I’m getting universally is: “Wow, I think I need to go back and read that again.”

Well, I know what I’m christening my iBook gift card with this year 😉