The Altourniquet

In my experience and understanding of the world, as a woman you are taught early and often that the bulk of your value lies in your perceived desirability in society. So it’s a reasonable thing to appreciate that most women then become hyper focused on improving their appearance and thus the pursuit of perfection begins.  So I’m willing to allow for the reptilian defense and say that there are biological factors at work here and that women, like flowers, are merely working what they got for survival.  I’m also not interested in having  sophomoric discussions about what this means in terms of gender equality because that conversation implies that equality were something that was in itself debatable.  What I am interested in then is the tipping point where these biological impulses crash in on themselves. When the fascination with the perfect silhouette becomes so feverish that the lines and dimensions of a persons haircut is not only an indicator of social status but is analyzed, revered, and copied en masse. And this is before we have even factored Photoshop into the equation! Can we really continue at this pace?  So the question I’m posing is  if this  wave of supernormal stimuli  is now pummeling our cultural shore what will the  beach look like when it recedes?