Well, we're back to suffering for beauty. (Frankly I don't want to suffer for beauty. I've suffered for duty. That's enough.)
But some women are made of heartier stock than I. Take, for instance, the practice of sticking your feet in to a basin filled with tiny flesh-eating fish. These fish nibble off the rough, dry skin so that only soft, baby-like skin remains on your feet.
Really? Why not just stick your feet into a pirranha-infested river?
My feet have enough problems without sticking them into a school of flesh-eating fish.
Gem for the day: if someone tells you to "suffer for beauty," tell him where to stick it.