Ok, we all know that the reality TV craze has gotten out of control. But even I, a reality TV fan (just finished watching The Bachelor, of course), has seen the limit of how far it can go. Extreme makeover??? Can't people be happy with who they are? So you have a F***ed up nose, deal! You have a beer belly, deal! Hey, wow, I have a beer belly too! Better get my stomach stapled. People, we're all too concerned with looks and "perfection" when in reality, our features are one of the many things that makes us all unique and makes us US. I'll take my F***ed up eyes, thousands of ugly freckles and beer belly - you can have your fake boobs, liposuction and botox. Who do you think will be happier? At least my boobs won't explode (even though they may sag), I'll be able to still stuff my face with tons of delicious food, and I'll become a cute old lady with tons of wrinkles. It's no contest to this kid!