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adverb: to competently express interest, surprise, disbelief, or contempt

Value of vanity

I staggered through the front door and was immediately set upon by a ravenous pack of hungry children.

It was a well-orchestrated ambush. They had chosen their moment well. Hitting me as my guard came down after yet another stressful commute capping off yet another unfulfilling work week. Looking for the positives, I had survived. Now I wanted nothing more than for the world to stop so I could get off, curl up into a ball, and sleep for the next decade.

The boys tag-teamed their sales pitch while I took off my coat. The elder one commented how tired I looked. How long the week had been. How I deserved a treat. Meanwhile, the younger one espoused the virtues of the hot cheesy deliciousness that is freshly baked pizza.

They trailed me into the kitchen, where I stopped in my tracks. Shoulders slumping. Mouth agog.

Every surface was covered in a fine layer of white dust as if it had been snowing inside. White bananas in the fruit bowl. White breakfast dishes I had washed up and left in the drying wrack that morning.

The cat shot me a thoroughly disgusted look, turned on her heels and with as much contempt as she could muster, snootily marched past her dust-coated food and water bowls.

More than a year after I first reported the leaky roof, my recalcitrant landlord had finally gotten around to having the water-damaged parts of the house redecorated. Which was was nice of them, though it created one hell of a big mess.

I glanced at the dust-covered hob. Sighed. Then capitulated. Pizza for dinner it would be.

The boys cheered, called out their order preferences, then disappeared upstairs away from the dust.

The pizza place’s website had a bizarre assortment of specials and deals. After spending a couple of minutes attempting to figure out the most cost-effective method of packaging up the order I was left scratching my head.

Now I like to think of myself as being a reasonably intelligent and reasonably well-educated man. I can count to ten in Japanese. Tie my own shoelaces. I can even write my own name. Collectively those abilities alone probably push me into the right-hand side of the population bell curve.

Yet I was left confounded by the pizza menu. Why were two large pizzas be cheaper than two medium pizzas? How could a large pizza, garlic bread and bottle of soft drink be cheaper than simply ordering the large pizza on its own?

There was no relationship between the price asked and the value offered.

Later that evening, while I cleaned up all the dust, I came to the conclusion the same was probably true for the decorating job. To have successfully overcome the chronic disability that afflicts many landlords, deep pockets but short arms, the painter’s quote must have been the cheapest by a comfortable margin. Yet the quality of the workmanship was surprisingly good, which meant they had probably underpriced the job.

Value of vanity

The next day I sat in the waiting room of the dentist. My elder son was to have his last few baby teeth extracted, in advance of having dental braces fitted. He was nervous. He had good reason to be.

In the United Kingdom, children under the age of 18 can receive braces for free courtesy of the NHS.

In theory.

In reality, the ability to take up this entitlement varies markedly based on how well funded the local health services are, and how greedy the local orthodontists happen to be.

Applying braces care of the state means earning a little. Deferring that treatment until the patient pays for it themselves means earning a great deal more.

Same teeth.

Same treatment.

Much better profit margins.

Conflict of interest or misaligned commercials? You be the judge.

In my local area the age cut off for free braces is 15, and then only for children who are assessed as having a need beyond the mere cosmetic. The thinking goes that spending a little while they are young to correct developing problems early on, will avoid needing to spend a lot more when they are older, and the problems have become big ones.

These budget pressures drive some interesting behaviours.

Dentists would refer children to orthodontists early, to ensure they had a place in the queue.

A year or so later, the orthodontist would eventually examine the child. Discover they had not yet lost all their baby teeth. Then refer them back to the dentist, with instructions to return once the baby teeth were no longer present.

This sets up a game of chicken.

Run down the clock while waiting for the teeth to come out naturally, and risk missing the age cut off.

Or have the dentist evict the baby teeth, like house guests who have overstayed their welcome.

The price is a procedure that is medically unnecessary, but in many cases financially essential.

Or alternatively funding the braces out of pocket, at a cost of between £2,000 and £8,000 depending on where you live and what treatment choices you make.

Which raises the question: what is the value?

What is having a nice smile worth over the course of a lifetime?

How many favourable outcomes are, at least partially, due to the subconscious bias we all exhibit towards attractive people over less attractive people?

Dates accepted.

Deals closed.

Interviews successful.

Promotions achieved.

Sales made.

It would be impossible to quantify, yet intuitively feels like something that is probably true.

Price versus value

That got me thinking.

We accept dental braces as a necessary evil rather than recognising them as a vanity procedure. Correcting something we perceive as being suboptimal or broken.

The same is increasingly true of people having laser eye treatment to correct their vision so they no longer require contact lenses or glasses.

By doing so we accept that in those cases the value gained is worth the price incurred.

Yet how are those treatments any different from those we consider to be frivolous?

Botox? Butt lifts? Cosmetics? Laser hair removal? Liposuction? Penis enlargements? Protein powder? Silicone implants? Skin whitening? Steroids?

All are vanity treatments.

All are in response to the individual’s perception that something about them is suboptimal. A problem that needs fixing.

I remember years ago at an insurance client, two underwriters got into a heated row over whether complications resulting from asshole bleaching should be considered a policy exclusion on an innovative income protection product being marketed at porn stars.

The price was high if there were medical complications, particularly if not covered by insurance. Yet for many actors and actresses the value made the risks worthwhile. Those possessing a “pink stink” apparently commanded a premium and were in greater demand.


As we walked home from the dental surgery, I paused outside a real estate agency shop window. The precious few houses listed for sale all carried vastly inflated price tags, yet it was difficult to see them representing good value any time soon.

A disparity that was impossible to reconcile.

Possibly a lack of imagination on my part.

More likely reflecting the seller’s market reality in my neighbourhood.

I had promised my son a treat for being brave in the dentist chair, so we stopped off in the supermarket. While he was weighing up the relative merits of cookies versus ice cream, I stopped off in the drinks aisle to pick up some diet coke.

The identical beverage was packaged up in a multitude of ways. Multipack cans in a variety of configurations. Glass bottles. Plastic bottles in numerous sizing options.

Every packaging variant displayed a different price point. Some discounted. Others benefiting from multi-purchase economies of scale deals.

I stood there for longer than I care to admit, calculating the price per 100ml of soft drink for each packaging option. The most expensive option was more than double the price of the cheapest. In the end I gave up, there was no tangible relationship between the price and the value.

Doing what I suspect most shoppers do, I simply grabbed the package that would best fit in the fridge. Defeated by marketing science. Perhaps I am not as far to the right of that bell curve as I had hoped.

My son wandered over clutching a tub of fancy ice cream. Probably a wise choice given he would likely pull up sore once the numbness of the local anaesthetic wore off.

The price of the ice cream was ridiculous, but for once the value it offered by restoring the (now gap-toothed) smile back on his face was more than worth it.


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  1. GentlemansFamilyFinances 6 December 2019

    I’ve never had cosmeytic dentistry and have (near) perfect eyesight but wouldn’t getting braces not make you any better an eater but layer eye surgery will improve your eyesight?
    If at the very least it saves you buying contact lenses or glasses, there’s some financial upside or saving?

    More on point – there must be a value to vanity, but a cheapskate like me just sees the price. I walked passed someone this morning waiting for a bus who was wearing (from what I could tell) a Gucci tracksuit – I’ve googled the price and it costs as much as our second car is insured for. Anyway, I sneer at tracksuit wearers but maybe this guy felt there was some value in the costume, he’d forgotten to bring any rain protection and was looking thoroughly soaked but the cost of a matching Gucci umbrella was maybe a too much for him to bear.

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 6 December 2019 — Post author

      Thanks GFF. There is certainly a financial cost benefit analysis that could be run. Though in both cases many of the true benefits would be intangible such as not being screened out for front of house, sales, or entertainment industry jobs because of a gap toothed grin or an overbite.

      What do you reckon the odds were that your early riser standing at the bus stop in the Scottish winter rain was wearing the genuine article, as opposed to a cheap market stall knockoff?

      To be clear, I’m not casting aspersions on the value of your vehicle choices here!

      • GentlemansFamilyFinances 6 December 2019

        there’s a difference between cosmetic surgery and corrective surgery. My mum had a nose operation to help her breath years ago and I’m told that these days every Disney starlet has the necessary done to win work in Hollywood – for aimed at kids too!
        The cost benefit analysis is clearly the way to do it but if the world heads that way, I’ll be telling my kids to become dentists rather than patients.

        • {in·deed·a·bly} 6 December 2019 — Post author

          I think they are ends of the same spectrum.

          Good call on teaching your kids to be the ones selling the shovels to miners, rather than being the ones hoping to get rich by digging for gold. A valuable life lesson that.

  2. weenie 6 December 2019

    I too see a difference between corrective surgery and cosmetic and I’d put ‘nice straight teeth’ in the former category. Although semmingly cosmetic, straight, aligned teeth can prevent future problems caused by misaligned/crooked teeth.

    I do feel a little sorry for people who feel that they have to go through cosmetic surgery to feel good about themselves and I guess I feel a little sorry for those who go under the knife only for the surgery to be botched. I do however disagree that the NHS should be used to correct these botches or fund cosmetic surgery in the first place.

    Members of my family have had laser eye surgery and have said it’s the best thing ever. I’d rather faff with my glasses/ contact lenses, thank you very much!

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 6 December 2019 — Post author

      Thanks weenie.

      My point is the differentiator between the two is a subjective judgement, as is the assessment of the price versus the value. For example, my being born ugly could potentially be “corrected” via cosmetic surgery, so that I could potentially one day appear in one of the children’s television programmes GFF referred to. Indulgent to you. Essential to me. Perspective is a wonderful thing.

      You raise an interesting point around the state funding the cost of mopping up after poor decisions made by a member of the public.

      Should the state fund knee replacements and diabetes treatments for obese people?

      Chemotherapy for lung cancer suffers who smoked?

      Treat the long term health consequences of Britain’s “I’m not an alcoholic, I just enjoy a drink or three whenever I’m happy/sad/stressed/tired/bored/feeling social” culture?

      Aids treatments for people who indulged in risky behaviours like sharing needles?

      The general principle is much the same as those involving correcting cosmetic surgery gone wrong such as fixing a botched nose job, leaky implant, or medical tourism misadventure.

      Laser eye treatment is fantastic when it works. Some of my family members enjoyed big improvements as a result, though it cost my grandmother the sight in one eye when she had it done. Every medical treatment involves a risk versus reward evaluation, producing both winners and losers as a consequence.

      • weenie 9 December 2019

        Don’t even get me started on people who don’t bother looking after themselves but cost the NHS (us tax payers) a lot of money…

        Perhaps I’ve been lucky that I’ve remained healthy over 50 years that I’ve barely had to use the NHS in my life but I also try to eat well and exercise in an attempt to prevent me having to call upon their services.

        When my body is old and decrepit and no amount of eating well or exercise is going to do any good, I hope there’s still some of the NHS left to look after me (or that there’s enough left in my FIRE pot to pay for private!).

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