I was 37. In 1997, at least, that was considered by most to be too young for plastic surgery. That’s what the editors at Washingtonian and I thought. So they sent me out to visit five local plastic surgeons as a potential client with two complaints about my face: crow’s feet and the lines around my mouth known as nasolabial folds. None of the doctors knew I worked for Washingtonian. “Does She Need a Facelift?” asked the headline. Talal Munasifi …