The Perfect Pink Lips. Are We Obsessed?
I recently read an article titled, "How to get the perfect pink lips." What I want to know is, who is sitting around obsessed about how to achieve this? To my surprise there's plenty of people. If you Google the words "perfect pink lips," you'll get a result of about 750,000. I don't know who to blame. Is it the poor writer who was forced to write an aritcle on pink shades of lipstick or the idiotic reader who actually cares about it? I vote idiotic reader.
Now obsessions don't just stop at lips. They're spread across all levels of our life. The perfect legs, the perfect teeth, the perfect boobs, the perfect toes, the perfect mane of hair, the perfect butt, the perfect eyebrows and the perfect nose.
Where do we get our obsessions? Is it brainwashing techniques by media conglomerates that create obsessive consumers, which in-turn become long-term, loyal, debt-ridden, blinded mall rats? And if the media is not to be blamed, then are we as women genetically predisposed to be insecure about ourselves?
If there were no magazines, no run way shows, no fashion weeks, no "America's Next Top Model," no "Cover Girls" and no articles on how to "get rid of cellulite" - would we all be different? Would women be less self-conscious? Would we be stronger, more self-confident and intelligent over-achievers?
A girlfriend of mine argued that even before all the media hype, women were still as obsessive. She said that even 16th century art glorified the female figure and exposed women's bodies as objects to admire. She wasn't arguing that it was right or wrong but that it's been a prevalent occurence throughout history. She asked me if the Mona Lisa would be as famous if she had a mole or blemish. What about the Winged Victory of Samothrace? Did you see any cellulite on that perfectly sculpted female body? (I had to look that up when I got home.) And has anyone seen the sculpture of Aphrodite of Cnidus? That was made in 4th century B.C. and her tits look silicone implants.
Okay, so my friend is a bit wound up and needs a vacation but I get the point - that maybe it's just us. Maybe women were born this way. Maybe it's the discovery and awareness of the power that lies in our sexuality, our beauty and our bodies. It affects the way we walk, talk, laugh, dance, make love and live. Once, we as women, understand and gain this power, we obsess about how to get more of it. We obsess over other women who have it. We obsess over how much we have as opposed to how much "they" have.
Then there is the tragic obsessions and the tragic beauties like Marilyn Monroe. Her obsessions hindered her from maintaining a long-lasting relationship and a foundation for security; and yet she is now the object of obsession and revered as a beauty icon.