Some day in the future no-one is going to worry about whether X or Y has fake or real breasts.

Or whether they were born with their nose, or paid for it.

Rather, it will be what you see is what you get.

This distinction between fake and real is going to disappear.

I’m of the opinion that if it looks tasty I will eat it.

Which is to say, if it looks good, that’s the point.

So, all these stories about whether X or Y is plastic fantastic will fade away and sound like old-fashioned or redundant attitudes.

So, for 2012, I suggest we all agree plastic is fantastic.

And if it isn’t, then its the surgeon’s fault.

And we no longer have to rely on good genes — because we can’t all be so lucky.

What’s wrong with being the best we can be?