What is wrong with you?
Look, I'm serious. I want to know. Why would supposedly intelligent women let themselves fall into this quagmire, welcome a bill of goods as having any real meaning to their lives? Sure, I understand we live with a cult of celebrity, a cult of youth, and a general disaffection with everything that surrounds us because it just doesn't measure up to our expectations. Well, tough. That is, after all, life. Your life as it happens.You are blessed (or cursed) with intelligence, some measure of wit, some sense of the adventure that life holds out to all of us. For the most part for all of those, including physical attractiveness (or lack thereof) we all have our genetic inheritance to thank. We have curly hair and prefer straight, while straight-haired women agonize with envy over curly-locked women; fashions come, they go. You have a nose you'd prefer to have narrower, shorter, a chin that recedes a bit too much; a hairline that seems to shout out lack of cerebral agility. Conversely, as it happens, you may have lovely facial features, a good strong and shapely physique, an intelligent sense of humour, a facility with languages, so aren't you lucky? No? You think not? What's missing? I see, you wanted to study law or medicine, but fate intervened somehow. So sad. And your back end is too broad? Gee whiz, I thought you looked pretty good.
Where was I? Oh yes, this article is about entrepreneurial medicine. It is about the power of persuasion. It is all about lack of fidelity to one's identity, an insecurity of self. Ripe pickings. We are accepting the newly minted medical facts and conditions that assail womankind. Menopausal women require constant medication (thank you, pharmaceutical giants). Women are suffering, en masse, from sexual dysfunction. We are, in fact, not nearly as beautiful, as slender and toned as we could be, should be. If you don't believe me, look at all the advertorials, the focus on our inadequacies (purely public-relations-perceived).
Plastic surgeons know no shame, and do their utmost to persuade vulnerable (sadly stupid) women that their lives can and should be enhanced by their ministrations. Once they get that facelift, tummy tuck, liposuction treatment their lives will turn around and at every corner there will be a Prince Charming champing at the opportunity to make their lovely acquaintance.
Sex life lacks vigour? There's a treatment for that, too. Testosterone isn't only for men, after all. Menopausal symptoms keeping you awake at night? Like selling the Brooklyn Bridge, doctors acting as mouthpieces for the pharmaceutical industry will sell you youth, ardour, peace; these attributes are yours naturally at various stages of your life, but hey, they'll be extended infinitely. In the meantime, hormone replacement therapy isn't delivering the goods without great risk, but why be picky, right?
Every natural stage of life's wonderful journey is now fraught with worry because the medical/drug industry has convinced us that normal conditions that mark life's milestones are diseases, illnesses that can be cured. Why buy into this nonsense?
We have painted ourselves into a dreadful corner having accepted modern lifestyles with no amelioration to express our individual needs. It's become routine to have children, give them into the care of people who don't love them and then try to make up for one's lack of time with these children by offering material replacements for irreplaceable time and emotional support.
Women are bedraggled attempting to be everything that both tradition and modern life expects of them. They're cheating themselves out of the true quality of life. Introspection, learning opportunities, raising well adjusted and happy children have become unreachable goals when the pressures of two full-time jobs create an impossible pressure-cooker out of life. We're so weary because of the guilt and pressures that we don't seem to be capable of critical thought, and so we accept the outright garbage that's tossed at us, posing as medical science.
Give it a rest. Have a good hard look at your life. Make an honest attempt to select those qualities that have real importance to you, and ditch the remainder. Everyone can be beautiful without additional artificial enhancement; your character can make you so. Stop this destructive industry from trifling with your life and driving you to distraction.
Capice?
posted by Pieface @ Wednesday, June 22, 2005
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