Friday, February 4, 2011
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
Women, women, women. Why are we such malcontents when examining ourselves in the mirror?
Of course, we like to blame our body consciousness on outside forces – Hollywood, advertisers, men, etc. But for the most part, our image fastidiousness can't be blamed on others.
Perhaps it's far-fetched, but I believe that women's dissatisfaction with their bodies comes not from without, but from within. There is an inane sense of discontentment within the female psyche, handed down from our discontented mother, Eve. Whether it is our bodies that need reshaping or our furniture that needs rearranging, we're never completely satisfied. In Eve's case, even paradise wasn't enough.
For the most part, men don't share our discontentment gene. For every nine females undergoing transformation in 2009, there was one lone male.
Men – as women like to say – "don't have to worry" about aging. They have wrinkles and gray hair, and nobody cares. They look dignified, distinguished and downright hot. Oh, boo, hoo, hoo. Poor pitiful us.
Well, it isn't that men don't "have" to worry about wrinkles and gray hair. Men just aren't worried.
They couldn't care less what color their hair is, and you won’t find them huddled around cosmetic counters buying eye cream, thigh cream and Oil of Olay. Their fingernails are real, their eyelashes are real, and no body part was purchased from doctors of medicine.
Sure, there are exceptions to every rule (Michael Jackson comes to mind), but as a whole, men are content with their looks; women aren't.
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against women looking good, and if some nipping and tucking is in order, I'm not opposed. However, when our quest to look good results in "chemical peels," "lower body lifts," "thigh lifts" and "buttock lifts," things are out of control.
But, alas, out of control or not, until a cure is found for the mutant female discontentment gene, nothing is going to change. Women will continue scrutinizing themselves and complaining about every tiny flaw. And if they have to blame their discontentment on the devil – as their mother, Eve, did – they will. ♦