Monday, September 8, 2014
Teeth Matter. Period.
Submitted into evidence, item number one: a photo of one of my favorite actors, Robert Downey, Jr. I want to make the point that this is someone I like, but he makes a perfect example for my rant of the day: teeth matter.
Cover the photo on the right for a moment.
Now look at the picture on the left. It doesn't matter that it's not a particularly great picture; I passed on some absolutely yummy pictures of the actor (sorry, honey...). His tie is loose and a kilter. There's nothing remarkable about his clothing. Bleh. He obviously hasn't shaved; that's okay. His hair has seen better days, but that's okay, too - he's Robert Downey, Jr., and you forgive all those little faux pas.
Now cover that picture on the left, and examine the picture on the right. Everything looks worse for a minute. He ceases to be handsome actor, Robert; he's a Bobby at best, and in all likelihood, THAT GUY has an unusual middle name he'll tack on there - like Bobby Willy something.
Now, try to tell me teeth don't matter.
Hubzam and I always say "teeth are not optional." You can cut your hair, lose your hair, gain or lose weight...just remember the teeth rule.
We're not driven by vanity, but if something happens to our teeth - which it could, through illness, accident, bad genetics, etc., there's still hope. We can have crowns, implants, bridges or dentures. It doesn't matter as long as we keep the "teeth are not optional" spirit alive. I'd shove Chiclets in my mouth for an eighty-nine cent solution and line them up like tongue tombstones before I'd walk around toothless.
If I absolutely have to, I'll compromise on a molar. It's way back there. Just don't chew with your front teeth only.
I'm reminded of an elderly woman who was being cared for by an aide, who quite rudely was asked, "Are those your teeth?"
"Of course they're mine. I paid $500 for them," she replied.
If the day ever comes...pay the $500, people. No matter who you are...pay the $500.