Did you hear the one about the chiropractor, the physiotherapist, the plastic surgeon and the girl? Well, thanks to MasterCard and Visa, they are all best friends. It is a world where physical attributes remain the most important currency, as we explore the shallows endlessly. The fairer sex, despite decades of liberation and emancipation, equalisation and glass-ceiling shattering, still rest their laurels on their rumps and pretty faces. Human beings cannot get past procreation. We are perpetually mired in our preoccupation with sex. Fashions are just sex dressed up.
The Chiropractor, The Physiotherapist, The Plastic Surgeon: A Girl’s Best Friends
If nature has not endowed us with a desirable body we will amend that with cosmetic surgery. If something feels out of place or wrong, we will manipulate or massage it back into shape. We do not have time to sit and ponder, we act before the first act ends. Life in the fast lane of the upper middle classes, is like a performance or a major sporting event. There are trainers and coaches involved, along with physical therapists, and scalpel wielders, when push comes to shove and that didn’t work either.
Your friendly suburban, chiropractor is waiting in his all white clinic to crack your back and send you into momentary bliss. You may walk out, slightly unsure of your bearings, but something has clicked into place on that table. A trusted physiotherapist can guide you back from the brink of injury and set you on the right path to redemption. When the plastic surgeon draws lines on your body with his trusty marker, until your accountant says no, it will be a new day tomorrow. You may even walk taller and find yourself putting it all out there on social media.
The chiropractor, the physiotherapist, the plastic surgeon: a girl’s best friends when she needs them most. They winkle out those wrinkles and crack those backs back into place. They share the secrets of our bodies, our minds and our spirits. A beautiful woman is akin to a F1 car, a high-performance racing machine, and like them she needs a trip over the pits, every now and then. A lube and a tyre job. Her gasket might need refitting or replacing, to get her motor purring once again. We all live in these bodies and our minds imagine them even more. A girl needs a good mechanic every now and then.