I always thought my first visit to a plastic surgeon would include leaflets of models whose noses I wanted, or pictures of celebrities with the perfect profile. After all, I do live in Los Angeles, aka tinsel town, aka Hollywood fabulous–the land where everybody is a size 2, has a perfect nose, full lips, no character lines, and a 6-pack. I guess I could have scheduled a lipo-suction appointment, or a breast augmentation procedure, or maybe even a butt lift. But instead I found myself visiting probably the only plastic surgeon on the west side with a moral conscience.