It's not been a good week for plastic surgery, has it? Kanye West's mama died mid-lipo, big exposee in the Observer about how evil the whole industry is, Joan Rivers still hawking her Wicked Witch of the West post-Watergate face around town - seriously, those surgeons need a bit of hot PR action! And now comes the most distressing of all: Debbie Gibson's nose.
You remember Debs? 'Course you do. Leg warmers, leggings and big sweatshirts, hair tipped heavily to one side, the one who wasn't Tiffany. Yeah! That's the one! Anyway, we thank our lovely friends at Jezebel for bringing this to our attention because this fine looking publication is not, as far as I can ascertain, available in this country, which is a downright travesty.
But anyway, to paraphrase Will Ferrell in Anchorman, uncle Jacob's corncob pipe, look at Debbie's nose! I'm sorry but, WTF? How you gonna breathe out the high notes for Electric Blue with that, Debs? All very sadly reminiscent of Jennifer Grey's post-op honker which killed a previously unstoppable career dead in its tracks. Or it would be if Gibson still had a career to kill as opposed to just a nose to destroy. Have these people never seen the Bride of Wildenstein? Come ON!
