If you were left a little miffed by Friday's post, this is the post that will clarify all those vague and fairly mysterious comments that i made.
When the weekend arrives it seems to cause a frenzy amongst girls, women, ladies- anyone in fact. The trials of choosing outfits, shoes, accessories; endless photographs are taken, sent and shown to girlfriends and fellow peers. Research and countless testing of smokey eyes and flicked eyeliner is applied. Experimental hairstyles and even more experimental nail art. The frantic exfoliating, painful waxing, shaving or perhaps epilating. The monotonous task of tanning- the trickiest of all. The All this drama surrounding one night, just another day of the week it makes me wonder- why do we try so hard or even bother, whether we admit to how much effort we actually put in or not?
Putting ourselves under so much pressure for just a few hours in most likely a damp and drizzly location somewhere in the forever chilly England. When exactly did the thought of a Friday or Saturday night brainwash us into a superficial state, obsessed with appearance in order to have a good time. The question, one might contest should even be: who created these completely abnormal constructs from which we learn and act upon from?
This post as you may have gathered by now is entirely subjective, i am not here to provide an answer for i actually do not have one. It is just a post for me to air and articulate my thoughts and perhaps provoke yours.
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