First things first, this isn’t a dig at the woman for getting a face transplant because she got mauled by her dog – that would just be nasty. And definitely not funny.
No, this is about some of the phrases used in the article – one would have thought the BBC could be a bit more careful in their quotes, or maybe they just developed a sense of humour.
Don’t know what I mean? Well, how about here, in the fourth paragraph:
Mrs Dinoire has told him she could smile and looked like herself again. [my emphasis]
Little bit uncalled for, don’t you think? How can she look like herself again with someone else’s face…? Maybe I’m missing something, but, you know.
Or a little further down, once more her surgeon adds another inciteful piece:
Aesthetically, the transplant has fitted in very well with the shape of her face. People who hadn’t seen her before her accident now recognise her, which is very interesting.
Indeed, that is very interesting. Because, if you hadn’t seen her before the accident, how the hell would you recognise her? Presumably only if you’d seen her after the accident, when she was mauled and, without sounding insensitive, fairly damn memorable… Or, alternatively, you know the original owner of the face.
The article continues with some classics:
She is able to eat and drink without problems
Always a postive in the survival stakes.
…and in October, Peter Butler at London’s Royal Free Hospital has been given permission to carry out a full face transplant.
He is currently seeking suitable candidates.
Presumably a suitable candidate is someone with a fucked up face… or is there a checklist one must be able to complete?