The Joy of One Stop Beauty Shopping
It does not matter that the majority of American women contribute to their family’s bottom line. In households where each partner shares chores, women still do the lion’s share. This has to do with biology as well as tradition. Like a well-oiled magician, women can multitask; men go right for the target, and may miss small details that have the potential to become important.
Biology dictates that only women have children. From my own experience, Mom is the most popular name at 2:30 am. Men also have intrinsic power by virtue of their testosterone; when Dad says no, and adds a consequence, the child knows that Dad must be obeyed. Women are the nurturers, and their “No!” is cushioned by biology and function.
Of course, many cultures pretend that the Male Lion rules the house. Mom in Latino culture and African American culture, come to mind when I consider female forces to be reckoned on. Also, once we visited friends that were second generation Sicilian. When the wife disagreed with the husband while we sat on their porch, I was taken aback when she gave hubby a very pointed kick to his shins.
It turns out our hosts also belonged to a matriarchal society. No matter the socio economic system, time is the most precious commodity.
If only a paycheck could pay you time. That commodity is right up there with gold.
Assaulted by pressures from every angle, time and convenience drives most shopping choices, and studies show that women remain the shoppers for the family. We may consider ourselves to be deserving of the rarified air of convenience, especially when known beauty markets like Sephora offer free shipping on their items; provided you hit a spending ceiling.
Luckily, beauty supermarkets are all online nowadays. So are food and vitamin stores. If your credit card is so uncouth to complain about the $300 you just “invested” in your look, the left side of your brain can censure you before you run into the thousands.
One stop shopping and efficient time management is the commodity a medi-spa is adept at selling. We, as overworked men and women, deserve and expect convenience-beauty treatments on our time.
You can easily fill your virtual shopping cart a with all the products that you love, but what about services? One cannot get Botox online, or get an expert to fill up the nooks and crannies of your face. We depend on surgeons and well-trained licensed technicians to forge a relationship and study the plains of our faces like a map maker charting a course.
Fat grafting , which I consider the best technique to fill wrinkles, still require an anesthesiologist, surgeon and a clinic equipped with a crash plus a link to a hospital. If you are signed up for liposuction, try to work with a surgeon who will put your fat to work in the most efficient way.
I have had fat transfers, and using your own tissue, it is safe and effective. I wish there were lunchtime lipo parties to go to. My fantasies also include lipo rooms on cruises ships. Shovel the buffets in; get rid of the fat a days or so after.
Forty years ago, an MD after your name ensured financial success; now it is ordained by Medicare and a myriad of insurance companies. Concierge medicine and Medical Spas are the best remedy for an MD or DO to capitalize on their training. Although most take credit cards, there is no insurance bickering to subtract from the bottom line.
Everyone works hard for their medical license, so if someone is working under yours, you need to have hiring as well as firing ability. The same goes for Physician Assistants and Nurses.
The laws surrounding med-spas vary from state to state. For example, Florida insists on a physician based medi-spa, with nurses, nurse practitioners and other ancillary personnel working alongside or in a supervisory role. Does this negate the possibility of malpractice or bad outcomes?
Absolutely not! If you have ever watched a TV show like Botched, you would know that an insurance policy for good work either does not exist, or that some movie stars employ terrible assistants.
In Pennsylvania, aestheticians had to work alongside of a physician. That is how I got introduced to chemical peels. A woman whom I was friendly with drove me to her place of business, and medicated me with a tranquilizer. I remember the pain, I just didn’t care.
My later Blue peels were cooled down a bit with a mini fan and the soothing voice of my aesthetician.
The calmer and kinder lactic acid peels could conceivably be done at lunchtime. Even so, skin after any chemical peel has a telltale redness. RD devices are wonderful because for the cost of a hotel facial, you leave the office with no redness. Also, no makeup, so next I will through a mascara in my bag.
I once started a new nursing job after a blue peel. This was in an assisted living home, and I figured that many of my patients, being well into their ninth decade, would have difficulty seeing me.
After the peel, one looks more like a burn victim than a beauty. Sometimes, you have to break an egg or two to cook an omelet. The blue peel did produce a stunning omelet. Some of my fellow inductees looked at me with wonder verging on pity. Now, I have exchanged the chemical peel with the exciting new world of RD devices. That’s a lunchtime treatment that is easy on the skin–and wallet too.