I think I’d like to get more botox,” she said, delicately gesturing to her forehead. “It’s all getting a bit loose again.”
This was a comment not from a former trophy wife in her 50s, or a nipple-pierced divorcee dad grappling with a midlife crisis, but a friend of a friend in her late 20s.
Sensing an opportunity for humour, I aggressively stretched my facial skin back with my hands, and asked: “How do you think I’d look?”
Sensing an opportunity for humour, I aggressively stretched my facial skin back with my hands, and asked: “How do you think I’d look?”




