Well I found it funny.
This Vauxhall Ad.
You see, there's just enough of an element of truth there. The day-to-day problems you really better think about well in advance. Not that in my case I had any choice.
3 days after the Op you're still in bed with IV morphine, temporary sutures and packing. Likewise, there are an inordinate number of hoops that have to be jumped through indicating you know the exact consequences of surgery, and that you're not merely bonkers but genuinely gender dysphoric.
Very few of the "bits" are actually removed : most of it's used as raw material to be re-configured, and often the problem is that there isn't enough : skin grafts from elsewhere are used, and in some procedures, bits of bowel tissue. Ewwwwwww.
Augmentation mammoplasty is something you shouldn't consider until at least 2 years after starting hormone treatment anyway, and to get that type of cleavage in someone that age, significant amounts of silicon augmentation would be needed.
But no matter. The Ad isn't exactly meant to be treated seriously anyway.
This whole thing is so inherently hilarious, it's about time it was treated with a little less seriousness, and a bit more jocularity.
It does cost about the same as a new car though, in case you're thinking of buying one. A car, that is.
Sunday, 14 May 2006
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