Transformational surgery, is it for you?
Posted: December 30th, 2015, 3:54 pm
One of the two architects I summoned up to fit out my offices in Davao is a Korean-Filipino man in his mid 40s. He was born and raised in South Korea until his 20s, then sent to Davao to be "adopted" by his dad's best friend. He went to university in Davao and he has been living in the two countries ever since, at regular intervals. I found him a very interesting cross-over: smart, meticulous and hard-working as a Korean and witty, friendly and laid-back like a (well educated) Pinoy. The best of both worlds, basically.
We soon became good friends and have been inviting each other for beer and dinners for a couple of months now. He is a good conversation and I have put that quality to good use to learn a lot more about Korean culture, society and history than I was previously bothered to. I too, like many others, had been bundling Japan and South Korea into the same box, seeing the latter as a manifestation of the former delayed by 20 or 30 years. Both countries have showed an incredible economic miracle that gave the world a great deal of technological progress while making them incredibly prosperous in a, well, miraculously short time. Japan reached its socio-economic maturity in the 80s and has been stuck in stagnation, if not outright decline, ever since. According to my friend, while South Korea is already showing signs of the kind of cultural self-indulgence and decadence that doomed Japan, its people are culturally much more resilient and malleable than the Japanese to willingly throw themselves in the mouth of decline. Japanese pulled one fantastic stunt and stubbornly rode the their bikes assuming the road would always be straight and the wind always in their favour. Koreans have always been aware that the road is winding and windy and know how to steer. With all due respect to this friend of mine, my heart will always be with Japan. None the less, not much I could argue there: more power to Korea!
One of the most interesting conversations had with him was about the current, notorious craze of Koreans, women and men alike, with extreme plastic surgery, the dramatic, face-transforming kind. It is true that South Korea is home to a large number of high-quality, relatively inexpensive clinics, many of which specialise in complex procedures like cranial and maxillo-facial surgery. At the same time, it is also true that being willing to ride a conveyor belt of procedures that is guaranteed to change one's appearance almost completely, to the point that their families or partners won't recognise them anymore, requires a unique mindset and doses of courage and resolve that, I am sure, very few people in the West could muster.
On this topic, a recurring question was as to how Korean youngsters can make up their minds so quickly on having their appearance changed so drastically, with the risk of getting de-sensitised to their identity, losing their sense of self. I am no George Clooney, yet would never want my face to change from what it is now. OK with more hair, teeth one or two shades whiter, some facial fat lost to a good workout, but that's where it stops for me. I popped the question to several Filipinos and Filipinas, age ranging between 18 and 40, and all of them unanimously said they would never accept themselves if their appearance were to change too much from what they are. The term "retokada" associated to actresses and starlets who used the surgeon's knife a wee too much, isn't generally used as a compliment, and is synomim with "cheating Mother Nature", finding an easy way out of biological conformity. Ironially, as many of you know, the ultimate escapist dream of beauty for the average Filipina is to have a couple of white-skinned kids from a Western man. Potentially cheaper and far more future-proof.
So the concise, straight answer from my Korean friend was: unlike Japanese, Koreans have no qualms about not playing by the rules. They are culturally moulded to be "whatever it takes" kind of people. Japanese, he said, are taught from kindergarden to inform their acts with a deep sense of justice and grace, and always with the common good in mind. Koreans are perhaps more heavily Confucianist on this: whatever the path, it's the end that justifies the means. A Japanese young man who is ugly by any objective standard would tend to accept his status and its consequences. Depending on personality, upbringing and external factors, his coping mechanisms might lead him to fight back like a hero, develop other qualities and succeed in grabbing the modicum of social acceptance and respect he is longing, or get hopeless and lock himself in his bedroom, at safe distance from the bullying and the socio-sexual frustrations that would meet him in the outside world.
Faced with the same reality, a Korean would beg his parents, rob a bank or work 3 jobs to get enough cash and get that "Mother Nature cheat sheet" in place. Even if that means waking up looking a completely different person. Whatever trauma associated to accepting this new, butterfly-out-of-the-caterpillar self, would be offset by a surge in self-confidence and the dramatic improvements in social acceptance and their dating/love life. I have little problem believing this. In Davao, the two or three classier nightclubs are home to a small number of Korean English students. Many of them are quite blatantly "retokados" and look creepily clones of one another. However they got the looks from, it's working, as I often see them entwined with some of the hottest and prettiest girls I could hope to see in town.




A nice cinematic summary by a character from one of Pedro Almodovar's movies, All About My Mother.
We soon became good friends and have been inviting each other for beer and dinners for a couple of months now. He is a good conversation and I have put that quality to good use to learn a lot more about Korean culture, society and history than I was previously bothered to. I too, like many others, had been bundling Japan and South Korea into the same box, seeing the latter as a manifestation of the former delayed by 20 or 30 years. Both countries have showed an incredible economic miracle that gave the world a great deal of technological progress while making them incredibly prosperous in a, well, miraculously short time. Japan reached its socio-economic maturity in the 80s and has been stuck in stagnation, if not outright decline, ever since. According to my friend, while South Korea is already showing signs of the kind of cultural self-indulgence and decadence that doomed Japan, its people are culturally much more resilient and malleable than the Japanese to willingly throw themselves in the mouth of decline. Japanese pulled one fantastic stunt and stubbornly rode the their bikes assuming the road would always be straight and the wind always in their favour. Koreans have always been aware that the road is winding and windy and know how to steer. With all due respect to this friend of mine, my heart will always be with Japan. None the less, not much I could argue there: more power to Korea!
One of the most interesting conversations had with him was about the current, notorious craze of Koreans, women and men alike, with extreme plastic surgery, the dramatic, face-transforming kind. It is true that South Korea is home to a large number of high-quality, relatively inexpensive clinics, many of which specialise in complex procedures like cranial and maxillo-facial surgery. At the same time, it is also true that being willing to ride a conveyor belt of procedures that is guaranteed to change one's appearance almost completely, to the point that their families or partners won't recognise them anymore, requires a unique mindset and doses of courage and resolve that, I am sure, very few people in the West could muster.
On this topic, a recurring question was as to how Korean youngsters can make up their minds so quickly on having their appearance changed so drastically, with the risk of getting de-sensitised to their identity, losing their sense of self. I am no George Clooney, yet would never want my face to change from what it is now. OK with more hair, teeth one or two shades whiter, some facial fat lost to a good workout, but that's where it stops for me. I popped the question to several Filipinos and Filipinas, age ranging between 18 and 40, and all of them unanimously said they would never accept themselves if their appearance were to change too much from what they are. The term "retokada" associated to actresses and starlets who used the surgeon's knife a wee too much, isn't generally used as a compliment, and is synomim with "cheating Mother Nature", finding an easy way out of biological conformity. Ironially, as many of you know, the ultimate escapist dream of beauty for the average Filipina is to have a couple of white-skinned kids from a Western man. Potentially cheaper and far more future-proof.
So the concise, straight answer from my Korean friend was: unlike Japanese, Koreans have no qualms about not playing by the rules. They are culturally moulded to be "whatever it takes" kind of people. Japanese, he said, are taught from kindergarden to inform their acts with a deep sense of justice and grace, and always with the common good in mind. Koreans are perhaps more heavily Confucianist on this: whatever the path, it's the end that justifies the means. A Japanese young man who is ugly by any objective standard would tend to accept his status and its consequences. Depending on personality, upbringing and external factors, his coping mechanisms might lead him to fight back like a hero, develop other qualities and succeed in grabbing the modicum of social acceptance and respect he is longing, or get hopeless and lock himself in his bedroom, at safe distance from the bullying and the socio-sexual frustrations that would meet him in the outside world.
Faced with the same reality, a Korean would beg his parents, rob a bank or work 3 jobs to get enough cash and get that "Mother Nature cheat sheet" in place. Even if that means waking up looking a completely different person. Whatever trauma associated to accepting this new, butterfly-out-of-the-caterpillar self, would be offset by a surge in self-confidence and the dramatic improvements in social acceptance and their dating/love life. I have little problem believing this. In Davao, the two or three classier nightclubs are home to a small number of Korean English students. Many of them are quite blatantly "retokados" and look creepily clones of one another. However they got the looks from, it's working, as I often see them entwined with some of the hottest and prettiest girls I could hope to see in town.




A nice cinematic summary by a character from one of Pedro Almodovar's movies, All About My Mother.
So, in a community predicated on the notion that any insecurity about looks, any socio-sexual frustration can be erased by dating in locations where physical appearance and status are held in much higher relative value, I'd like to throw in the question. If you had some spare cash, to an amount not dissimilar to what is needed for 6 months in the Philippines or Colombia, or one of those magical mystery tours in Ukraine, would you be willing to "pull a Korean" and undergo chain surgery to finally look like the kind of hot stud that any woman (American, European, Asian, etc.) would be attracted to?It costs a lot to be authentic, ma'am, and one can't be stingy with these things, because you are more authentic the more you resemble what you've dreamed of being.