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"        Where I grew up, in a town of mostly Jewish and Italian families, there were an awful lot of nose jobs. Kids would go on &amp;quot;ski trips&amp;quot; and come back with remarkably slimmer schnozzes (that&amp;#039;s Yiddish for noses). A lot of my classmates \u2014 both boys and girls \u2014 looked very different in their senior portraits than they did their freshman years. To this day I can spot a nose job a mile away, just from the years of practice. Unless it&amp;#039;s a reeeeeally good one. I was not immune to this desire. When my own nose blossomed from button to beaky (or so I perceived it), I asked my parents point blank for a nose job. They laughed. And refused. Thank god they did, because now I really like my nose. It has character. And it makes me look like my dad, which I think is pretty cool. Flash forward to last week. I was on a plane, flying at 38,000 ft, when I got a horrible headache. The left side of my head \u2014 particularly my ear \u2014 felt like it was going to explode. So I made an appointment with my ear, nose, throat doc to check it out. He explained that my nose has a deviated septum that&amp;#039;s thisclose to my sinus, and the pressure from the airplane blocked my sinuses and made my head hurt. But all I could really focus on was the &amp;quot;deviated septum.&amp;quot; Those were the magic words that were used in high school to explain the actual need for a nose job. One that still gets used today (see Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Aniston, Ashlee Simpson, Ashley Tisdale). If I&amp;#039;d known in high school that I had a deviated septum, I would&amp;#039;ve pressed much harder for that nose job. My nose and I are grateful that we didn&amp;#039;t.    "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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