I think of a lunch I had with a friend who is an enthusiastic proponent of Botox.
So many things have the potential to go wrong, your humiliating results broadcast to the world. I think of a lunch I had with a friend who is an enthusiastic proponent of Botox. I was telling her about a tough time I was having, and it was the eeriest sensation to relay my tale of woe to a person whose expression was utterly impassive, the only sign of life an occasional nod.