Someone once said that the eyes are windows to the soul. Well, today a person's smile is the window to his pocket.
It seems that wherever I go, almost all the strutting guys and girls way past their pre-pubescent years (the right age for dental braces to be fitted) are sporting wide smiles that reveal shiny, sturdy wires snaking through their teeth. Move over, terminator. The metalmouths are here. They will take over planet earth and conquer us with those wolfish, practical smiles that expose thousands of bucks worth of dental toil.
This new breed of mutants will always display dopey smiles that begin where their mouths are and end at the lobe of their ears. Oh yes, they have to crack those overly expensive sneers in order to bare the hiding pre-molars still enveloped by that aluminum, stainless steel brace. At its maximum width, you can see thousands of pesos worth of expensive dentistry at its best.
They don’t have to utter anything. The smile says it all: “Hi there! Do you see my retainers and my braces? I can afford to have them, you know. Too bad you don’t have a pair. You can turn green with envy now.”
Poor, penniless man. cruel? Perhaps. And a tad hypocritical as well.
Okay, okay, i confess, I’m a metalmouth myself. Just a simple retainer, fitted when I was seventeen to push my jutting upper incisors. The dentist said five years would straighten my upper dental line to a perfect curve. Since I am twenty now, a couple more years of silent gnashing and martyrdom, and these wires will come off.
Never mind my retainer, it’s a necessary pre-requisite toward an improved dentistry. But I have seen people with perfect teeth lines, who are armed with complete aluminum braces, the kind that make you think the fellow has sprouted an entirely new kind of exoskeleton. as in kumakain ng alambre.
Others have those ossified wires with inlaid designs like stars, flower petals, even something that looks like a Rorschach inkblot embedded in their canines and, more often, the upper front teeth.
It’s funny how people within our age group can be so vain, to the extent of spending oodles of money on something that is not so very necessary. Everything is for show. I suppose it is remotely possible that they view their teeth only as a support system for their braces. In the early ages, the filthy rich bedecked all their fingers with rings, or had their perfectly healthy teeth encrusted with gold so that when they smiled, others could see the color of their money.
In the united states, persons with braces are unpopular and avoided like the plague. Here in the Philippines they are revered. I think people here associate a literally steely smile with wealth.
It used to be that the braces come off at sixteen or sometime in the mid-teens when their owners were on the threshold of adulthood. Now, even the twenty-somethings wear these mythical wires. Ah! The fecundity of culture.
I made a trip recently to our family dentist. After an examination, she said that my front teeth had not been pushed that much. I will need another year before I get back my toothpaste smile. For three more years, I will be a suffering member of the Metalmouth society, that exclusive NGO with rapidly increasing membership of wire-eaters.
Oh, one more thing. To my fellow metalmouths out there, suppose we narrow our smiles a bit? It won’t hurt, you know.
(I was 19 when I wrote this piece. I didn't edit any prose, just posted the article as is. First published in the Youngblood column of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, July 1997. Included in the Youngblood 2.0 compilation of the best essays which appeared in the Youngblood column from 1996-2000)