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Following spending numerous years tuning my ears, I'm now in the habit of 'overhearing' other people's conversations. In a busy restaurant I homed in on a group of upwardly mobile twenty-somethings discussing the merits of breast augmentation. When 1 of the males asked why everyone would do this, his girlfriend replied in a somewhat incredulous whisper: "But ... we're performing it for you!"
Even a lot more taken aback was she when her 'beau' was adamant that a pair of "plastic knockers" was not one thing he wanted. This wasn't the initially time I've heard (or overheard) men say they would rather have real flesh to cuddle than the lipo-sucked, nipped & tucked man-made versions churned out by the surgeons.
Ask lots of women what they think men want and you'll usually hear Barbie-doll variations. But Sam Keen - author of 'Fire in the Belly' - claims that men listed the following qualities in ladies as most likely to turn them on: intelligence, sense of humour, physical attractiveness, independence, trustworthiness, sense of adventure, superior values, self-confidence, sex appeal and kindness. When asked which top quality they had been likely to compromise on, physical appearance was the first to go - albeit reluctantly. So if physical perfection is not a man's leading priority, then why are so a lot of ladies obsessed with image neuroses?
1 of the greatest promoting good results stories ever written is the cosmetic industry's ability to bounce back from the damage done to it by feminism. Over the past few decades, this business has gradually convinced millions of ladies that cosmetic perfection has nothing to do with men it is something that all self-respecting females need to do for themselves. And the once-feared scalpel has now grow to be just a normal part of maintenance.
Even although ladies know that media images have been retouched to hide zits, wrinkles and cellulite, how various still use this picture-fantastic imagery to compare their own 'imperfections' against? These days plastic surgeons no longer operate like ambulance-chasers waiting for accident victims to show up, now they have queues of hopefuls wanting to right the most unfortunate catastrophe of all not having been born with an airbrushed appear.
Realistically Television shows like 'Extreme Makeovers' are about as interesting as watching some poor sod getting his appendix removed. But the appeal is that these shows don't dwell on the blood and gore or the weeks of agony it takes to heal from a face-lift or chemical burn. Rather they play up the usual speedy-fix promise that you too can be miraculously transformed ... in about an hour or so.
I bear in mind the days of low cost-and-cheerful face-creams and, call me old-fashioned, but no matter how considerably cash we invest on miraculous anti-aging potions, no cream can alter the life encounter etched into our faces. Only those who've coughed up for high priced anti-aging snake-oil ought to convince themselves that every single layer makes them appear years younger, but for the rest of us the outcomes are pretty obvious. I'm consistently reminded of what Anita Roddick (founder of The Body Shop) mentioned about folks who buy the promise of anti-wrinkle creams it is just God's way of testing who's stupid!
And then there is little far more absurd than Botox injections. Botox doesn't minimize wrinkles, it paralyses facial muscles. Produced from the deadly bacterium that makes Botulism the most lethal form of food poisoning, the British Medical Journal cautions that the 'treatment' could impact the brain, nervous method and muscles. But evidently Botox dulls hearing too for the reason that now you can get this treatment at a cocktail party exactly where your injections are served up in between a glass of champagne and the canapés.
It appears like an uncanny co-incidence that just at the time when females have regained the appropriate to express themselves, that so several are paralysing the most expressive part of their body, their faces.
No longer is this just about women although. Given that marketers cottoned-onto the reality that males are equally vulnerable, macho jocks have been bombarded with image advertising and marketing. Remarkably rapidly a lot of swapped their crusty old industrial-strength soap for a extra moisturising metrosexual lather.
So the apparent question is: For how lengthy are we going to allow the all-powerful big promoting genie in the sky to genetically mutate millions of previously rational males and ladies into getting a bull(sh*t) receptor on the one end and a non-quit money dispenser on the other?
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