German porn star and “Big Brother” participant Carolin Berger a.k.a. “Sexy Cora” died recently after her sixth breast enlargement operation to go from a 34F to a 34G. She was 23.
Her heart stopped beating during the surgery, on January 11th, and about a week later they pulled the plug. Two of the doctors who performed the surgery have been charged with negligent manslaughter, but I don’t think you can blame the doctors. If it didn’t happen on the 6th operation, it might have happened on the 7th, or the 15th.
RIP, Carolin Berger
I’ve got nothing against a woman getting a breast enlargement if she feels it’s warranted, but really, shouldn’t one be enough? Six is sort of like those people who become addicted to tattooing, until every square centimeter of skin is covered and they have become a walking canvas of jumbled images. Some become addicted to piercing. Ears are fine, maybe a small stud in the side of the nose is acceptable but those gigantic spikes sticking out of people’s chins are seriously gross, IMHO. Belly button jewelry is only sexy if you’ve got a sexy belly to start with. I don’t know about the tongue thing. I never had the privilege of dating a girl with a pierced tongue and must admit, I was always a bit curious. I know I sure as hell would never do it, though.
Also, I’m no expert on breast sizes, because if they look good I really don’t need to know the stats, but is 34F to 34G really a big difference? It’s one fucking letter. This is not like a flat chested girl who couldn’t get a date. She was already a porn star. How much sexier does a girl need to get?
You can’t say, either, that she had no advance warning there might be problems. Cora had her five previous surgeries at a clinic that refused to see her again for a sixth time. When your doctor, who has done this successfully 5 times, says maybe you should quit while you’re ahead, maybe you should quit while you’re ahead.
I’m sorry if this sounds cold. It’s tragic that she’s dead and my heart goes out to her husband, family and friends. But it was nobody’s fault but her own.
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May the FSM extend his (or her) noodly appendage toward her family and friends in this, the hour of their need.
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We all are comforted by the frottage of his/her noodly appendages, Ramen