Why have young women turned into blow up dolls?
Fake it to make it?
I went out this weekend with the girls from the Body Combat class I go to and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I was shocked though at what young women feel the need to look like nowadays. It felt like I was in the midst of a room full of porn stars!
Fake tans as orange as the oompa loompa's in Charlie and the chocolate factory! Foundation plastered thickly, possibly from a cement mixer. Eyelashes jutting arrogantly reminiscent of a haughty drag queen. Skin tight dresses so impossibly short you could almost see their vajazzles twinkling!
They precariously tottered on skyscraper stilettos, seductively sucking straws full of luminous cocktails, taking great pains not to smudge their viscous lip gloss.
I couldn't help thanking my lucky stars that i'm no longer in that age group where that is expected, (not that I ever dressed like that.) How the hell are normal girls meant to compete with these blow up dolls? It seems to me to send out a strong message, that they are an object, there to be looked at. It is all about how they look and not about what sort of person they are.
They all seemed to have fake nails, fake hair extensions and fake hair pieces. There was nothing natural about them, nothing to differentiate them from the next clone. They all looked like they'd been tangoed and worked part time as lady boys! Why on earth would anyone want to look like a lap dancer?
When you look at today's 'celebrities' (I use the term loosely) sadly, it all becomes clear. 'Katie Price aka 'Jordan', famous for getting her surgically enhanced boobs out, Cheryl Cole famous for looking like a doll but devoid of any talent, WAGS (Wives and Girlfriends of Footballers), many of whom live in Wilmslow, Cheshire where I had my night out! Perhaps the blow up dolls were trying to bag themselves a Manchester United footballer? Let's face it, they're the type footballer's universally seem to go for.
What the hell has happened to society to make young women feel that their only way of a future is by using their bodies? What ever happened to working hard and using their brains? Society it would seem places far more value on appearance than anything else. 'Celebrities' are famous for appearing on nauseating reality TV shows, or sleeping with a footballer/politician/pop star, not for any discernible talent.
I find this extremely depressing and rather sad. These girls seem to think that happiness equals bagging themselves a rich man. Do they not realise that by relying on others for their happiness leaves them vulnerable and ultimately with no independence? Admittedly, many of the attention seeking slappers on such reality shows have fallen on their feet or probably on the nearest sleaze ball's lap! The majority of these girls of which there are several, probably won't.
Interestingly, the hoards of men surveying the bimbo gallery seemed bored towards the end of the evening and flocked over to our corner of the dance floor. Our group's age ranged from 20 to 60 and every one of us was enjoying our night out and having a good time, more importantly, we were comfortable in our own skin and did not have to drip in a fake veneer to feel that we fitted in.
The inflatable dollies could barely walk never mind dance in those towering heels and the disdainful pouts didn't exactly make them look approachable either. After all that effort and money they must have put in to getting ready, they didn't actually look happy. I can't help feeling sorry for them that they feel that this is what they must do to get a man and to fit in.
Frankly, the sort of man that would expect a girl to go to all that effort and look like an object for him is definitely not worth bothering about. How tragic to be solely reliant on your looks and figure for happiness. What an insecure and chaotic way to live your life worrying constantly about the younger, prettier woman queueing to take your place and your man.
When their looks have gone and their self worth is zero what is left for them?
© Tara Carbery
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