Idioplasty?

There is so much I want to say.  There is so much inside me ready to burst onto the page (or screen, more appropriately), but I can't help but start with what is really on my mind right now: plastic surgery.  No, I'm not considering it for myself.  In fact, the thought of voluntarily going under the knife frightens the living you-know-what out of me.
Now, my roommate and I don't have cable, so when I'm given the chance to indulge on cable television, it's like a kid at fat camp given the chance to eat candy- I over-indulge (excuse the unintended irony).  I'm currently snowed in at a friends house in refuge from the snowstorm and my eyes have been glued to the television for the last 40 minutes... Get a load of this little gem: a new show on E! called Bridal-plasty, a reality television show where brides-to-be vie to win various plastic surgeries to look "their" most beautiful on their wedding day.  There are just so many things wrong here.
First of all, the fact that I have been watching this for a full 40 minutes is just so, SO wrong.  I was planning to cuddle up with a good book for the first time in months, and instead, I've been
More importantly, the problem with these women is not that they have insecurities, but almost that they are so secure with the idea of plastic surgery that they are willing to go on national television showing everyone how much plastic surgery they get, and walk around with bandages around their faces.  I can't really decide if this is a step up for society or a fall down the stairs.
These women have obviously found a life partner (or at least that is what I thought was the intention of marriage) who will love them just the way they are- so why on earth are they doing this to themselves? The catch phrase of the show seems to be that they will be given "the perfect wedding." My advice: try to work on your relationship first.  The host of the show, former Miss USA and serious reality television "floozy" Shanna Moakler, feigns marriage competency and promises this "perfect wedding" to these poor women.  Does no one else remember her very public and very short-lived marriage to drummer Travis Barker?  Need I say more?
We are women.  In America.  In soon-to-be 2011.  Have we really come such a little way that we are defining ourselves by our looks and our marital status. E!pic  Fail.