Botox parties represent an amazing amount of cultural convergence. Botox, or botulism toxin, is generally bad news. It kills by paralyzing important muscles, like the diaphragm and the heart. But a teeny-tiny squirt injected just above your eyebrows can wipe out muscle-induced wrinkles by paralyzing the associated squinty muscles. A little creepy, but you can sure see the motivation. Here comes the convergence: socialites in LA are throwing tupperware-like botox parties. I read about it in the Minneapolis paper this week, which means it’s headed to a suburb near you sooner than you think. The edgy-artsy set has been doing piercing parties (navels, nipples, netherbits) for some time, and heroin chic has been waxing and waning. Now anyone with wrinkles, cash, and a few friends can have fabulous tastefully-catered doctor-chaperoned fun with needles. It’s safe, cosmetically enhancing, and slightly wicked with its dark-n-spicy overtones of drugs, piercing, and sex. What’s not to like? Look for body modification parties to go mainstream.