Why I Got a Nose-Job: A Scientist's Confession

I rose one rung on the hierarchical ladder of beauty. But it is still a ladder, and I am still a commodity conscripting the bodies of women around me onto some public auction block.by Sarah Myhre Courtesy of Sarah Myhre
I was married on a windy day outside a white barn in Sonoma County. The gypsy band we hired was late, and after the ceremony, I heaved with anxiety, asking my brand-new husband, “What will we do if they don’t show?” But they did show up, midway through dinner, d