Pampered millionaire lifestyle? No thanks!
LOTTERY winner Jane Park, not known as the brightest of buttons, has got herself into a bit of a pickle. Following a trip to Turkey to get herself a ‘Brazilian bum lift’, the 21-year-old fell ill with suspected sepsis.
She was treated in hospital in Edinburgh and is now recovering, but not before regaling the world of social media with her experience.
‘I’m in absolute agony,’ she posted on social media from her hospital bed. ‘I know the saying is pain is beauty but this is horrific.’
Actually, the phrase is ‘one must suffer to be beautiful’, and I doubt the Frenchwoman who coined the phrase centuries ago was talking about a surgical procedure that involves grafting fat from your stomach onto your buttocks in order to look like a member of the Kardashian family.
This is not Miss Park’s first cosmetic procedure. Since winning £1million at the age of 17 she is reported to have splashed out on breast enhancements, dental veneers, liposuction, botox, lip enhancements and cosmetic fillers.
Well, Jane, I have some bad news for you. If you really think your bottom needs plastic surgery at the age of 21 then your forties are going to be hell.
She needs none of this stuff, of course, but a toxic combination of unlimited funds, minor celebrity and what seems like the body conscious insecurity that goes hand in hand with being a young woman these days means she appears to be slowly turning herself into a human Barbie doll. No wonder she grumbled earlier this year that the Lottery shouldn’t sell tickets to those under 18.
Indeed, it has been quite a week for wailing 1 per centers: there is billionaire Petra Ecclestone, heading for the divorce courts in an attempt to rid herself of her oafish husband James Stunt and clearly miserable; there is Prince Harry, revealing that (according to him at least) nobody in the monarchy wants the top job; and there was the story of Prince Charles and Camilla’s 40-plus year romance, which seemed to leave everyone involved thoroughly wretched despite the enormous houses, state occasions and generous access to the Privy Purse.
MONEY doesn’t buy happiness is a tired old cliché, but that’s because all too often it’s true. The notion that a few extra 000s on the monthly bank statement will magically wipe away all of life’s problems is naïve at best, dangerous at worst.
It is the sort of thing teenagers think, teenagers not unlike Miss Park, who presumably thought all her Christmases, Hogmanays and foam parties had come at once when she discovered she held the winning ticket.
Now she sits miserably atop her pile of money on her sore and bruised bottom, with no job and no clear direction in life, and I can’t help but think that the rest of us – the 99 per centers who never get more than one or two numbers on the Euro-Millions – might just have had a lucky escape.