ARANI ISSA!... Phew!

I am writing and writing, and sounding like a mad typist on a manic bipolar day. My head hurts, my nails are probably getting shorter because of the friction with the keyboard keys. And I think I'm going slightly mad. But I have a deadline. And that is Sunday. Silly day for a deadline, but it's still a deadline. But i cannot take much more of this. I have to write 35 articles for ARANI ISSA!'s entire season of programmes. I'm up to 15, it's more than half to go. I am becoming a medical expert, writing about rhinoplasty, breast reductions, augmentations, ears pinned, liposuction, tummy-tucks, weight management, corrective laser eye surgery, cataracts, dental treatment and gum disease, laser scar removal, laser hair removal, hair transplants, tissue expansion, rejuvenation procedures, psychological issues, obsessive compulsive behaviour, sad childhoods, even sadder marriages and breakups, drug addiction, alcohol abuse... it just goes on and on. And although I am grumbling because 35 articles in a week is a hard deadline, I realise I am writing about pain. ARANI ISSA might seem a quick miracle fix, but to us who work behind the scenes, well it takes its toll on us too. Or maybe it's just me. But knowing all about what leads to the reason why a woman would want to inflate her breasts, or why a man would want a serious tummy-tuck; well it's all the same. We are living in a world which worships image. And while image is nice, what about what's all behind it. It is the same; a search for acceptance by other lesser mortals. Because some people have been bullied beyond reason, or else they have been made to feel like freaks by today's society which supposedly celebrates diversity. And what is worse is that it seems as if we insular farts on this tiny island think it is our business to accept or not accept. It is not the same in London, where everyone is so busy you'd think you were invisible. No, here we have to point and stare and look and giggle. Shame on you Malta. Because while I am here trying to meet my deadline while writing about medical procedures, I am writing about all the pain these people have had to endure. And this is coming out of the Maltese 'generosity'!!!!! Yeah right. Stuff it!