Vanity is so secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired: even I who write this, and you who read this.

-Blaise Pascal


A friend of mine and I were surfing through the channels some months ago when we just so happened to catch a glimpse of Bravo’s brand new program called Make Me A Supermodel. What an absolute sham of a show, television on so many fronts has become nothing more than a stage for runaway narcissistic-selfish living and it is why the vast majority of television shows make my skin crawl.  

And once again, I wasn’t disappointed. 

There is more disgusting stuff than wholesome when it comes to entertainment choices anymore.

A pretentious, showy life is an empty life; a plain and simple life is a full life.  (Proverbs 13:7, The Message Bible)

The few minutes we treated ourselves to showcased a woman going in to see the plastic surgeon for a breast reduction, common place practice I understand.  I’d say the woman they were chronicling on this particular episode was in her late-thirties and she was an attractive lady, but her fascination with just how perfect she could look made her much less so.  I’d say she didn’t need the surgery in the first place—this procedure she now was having was a reduction.  She was going on and on about her breast size and how she’d had enlargements done some time ago—it had become a bit tiring for her with all of the glances she and her seemingly unfazed husband had to endure.  She now wanted these distractions sized down to a less noticeable size to meet some new standard she apparently had for herself.  I was finding it hard to feel sorry for her I must admit.

What caught my attention was this woman’s comment—My tits are my best asset. She sort of sounded proud about it actually (as if the few thousand bucks she shelled out or someone else invested in these so-called assets made her someone).  I find it really tragic that anyone would have such a low view of themselves. 

This line of thinking typifies a rising segment of our culture if we are honest; a culture fixated on outward appearances and everything trivial. If anything, we value the trite and the unimportant while we ignore or disregard that which is sacred and holy. And to be perfectly honest, it’s not just us men who are to blame for a culture so animalistic and shallow.

It is all of us. 

What defines you?  

The question I am confronted with after watching such carnage is not a comfortable one: How much do my values reflect those espoused on shows like ‘Make Me A Supermodel’?

Change me Lord, I’d rather be a ‘regular Joe’.