Walking along Fifth Avenue one is confronted with the facelift factor on passing females. You can identify a facelift easily and the women resemble one another, as if members of the same family. But I have some questions for you sisters. #1 For whom are you doing it? If it is to keep your significant other from trading you in for a younger version of you, a face lift falls short of what you need to alter. You will actually have to undergo an entire body rebuilding and revert back 30 years to a younger mentality. Good luck with that. So it can’t be the spouse. #2 Your hands. Try as you may, I don’t know of a method to make your hands match the new facts of the face. So should you happen to raise your old hand to apply lipstick to your new face, there is loud screaming dissonance. #3. You all apparently go to the same expensive doctors who have similar style of surgical adjustment. Why don’t you go to another country, say France or Hong Kong and get a Dr. with an ‘other’ perspective so that at the very least you look less similar to your neighbor. #4. What do you see when you look in the mirror? The bleached hair, the false eyelashes, the withered skin to be hidden under fine clothes and glove-leather boots. [I love the fine clothes and the glove-leather boots for sure], but are you complete? Have you achieved what? And this is today. What happens tomorrow? Answers please, I want to understand this, for whom are you doing it? Not for me, that’s for sure.