You probably know someone who’s had a nose job.
I know two or three.
All were trying to take their too wide, too long or too bumpy noses and make them look more like some perfect version they had seen on a model or actress.
Hey, if it makes them feel better about themselves, I say go for it.
But take a look at these ‘nose jobs’ that went in the completely opposite direction — achieving perfection by being as unique as possible.
These are airplane nose jobs, by the way, in an exhibit of the same name at the Eric Firestone Gallery in Easthampton, New York.
Airplane nose art dates back to World War II. Firestone purchased scrap government-issued airplanes– DC7s to F106s — gave them to 22 artists and let them have at it.
There is no standard for these nose jobs — no model perfection. Each nose in the exhibit is as unique as its artist.
I’m sure there is something to be learned from all this.
I just like looking at the artwork.
Pardon me
Certain words are considered crass and socially unacceptable.
But entire towns?
Until US soldiers were stationed nearby in World War II, no one in F–king thought a thing about their town’s moniker.
Now tourists mock them. Steal the F–king signs. The prank calls were the final straw. The town mayor decided to change the F–king name. But all the residents have to agree.
As someone who grew up in Fancy Farm — in a state with towns like Monkey’s Eyebrow, Possum Trot, and Big Bone Lick — I say…
“Keep your F–king name!”
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