[Photo via The Observer]
Would you ever go to a mechanic who didn’t own a car? Maybe, but you probably wouldn’t trust your skin to a hack job with pock marks and a greasy T-zone. That’s where the latest crop of Park Avenue
princesses dermatologists come in. What better motivator to scrub your face with exotic, overpriced elixirs nightly than by seeing your doctor saunter in the room like a computer-enhanced Cate Blanchett. Plus, it looks like the old axiom holds true…the best gems come from the mouths of “babes.” One very self-satisfied doc wanted to inform readers that “my father is a Shakespeare professor and he [calculated] that it’s harder to become a dermatologist than an astronaut.” Interesting, because an affinity for early English literature does not scream "Highly Regarded Statistics Expert". But that’s just me. Now excuse me, I have to go wash my face.