I never thought that going out clubbing in the city would put me at risk of having nightmares after seeing so many women with botched faces, shaved off noses, and stretched foreheads. And the more “upscale” the party is the more of this you see. It’s almost like looking as a hostile humanoid has become a sign of status and socioeconomic prosperity. It’s scary how it looks, and even scarier – where it’s seems to be going. Clearly, we have no right to make fun of LA for being plastic, as we are hardly behind.