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So, today I bought a magazine. A simple transaction one might carry out in everyday life. However, this magazine was the first I have bought in about two years. I don't like magazines so much, especially girly magazines, the kind that brainwash you to exhaustion over the skirts you should and shouldn't be wearing right now and the misleading statistics of what men want in a woman. (Truth is, most men are just as confused as we are, if not more.) So, the fact that I bought Glamour magazine doesn't really help the situation.
Apart from the fact that there was a free Clinque lipstick of course.
I think I'm a fairly impressionable person. I mirror social behaviour of others to reflect my own life. I've recently been watching Skins. I've never watched Skins before, mainly because I didn't want to be influenced by the drug-taking, hormonally retarded life portrayed (which I already have lived without it..). I consciously avoid programmes like this and its only just occurring to me now that I was banned from watching certain televisions shows as a child, to stop me from making stories up to the people at school. Sometimes, I cannot tell something I've experienced from something I've seen being experienced by someone else. It terrifies me to think that my hold on it is so thin and it affects so much subconsciously.
I've gone off track. The point I'm trying to make is that magazines like Glamour have dangerous power. Buying these magazines for me is buying into an idealised and very vain world. A world where there are fifty million fragrances to sniff on a page and they all smell as suffocating as the last. This world has an unlimited amount of touch up for women who would still be as beautiful without it. And if they aren't, why are these editors using them in the first place?
Are there people that really cares that 48% of women want more of Mr Schuester from Glee? Or have a morbid fasnication with a woman who writes to serial killers on death row? The answer is yes, and in purchasing this magazine, I am indeed one of those women who search for the ultimate perfection in 376 pages of crap.
But it did have a free lipstick.
Apart from the fact that there was a free Clinque lipstick of course.
I think I'm a fairly impressionable person. I mirror social behaviour of others to reflect my own life. I've recently been watching Skins. I've never watched Skins before, mainly because I didn't want to be influenced by the drug-taking, hormonally retarded life portrayed (which I already have lived without it..). I consciously avoid programmes like this and its only just occurring to me now that I was banned from watching certain televisions shows as a child, to stop me from making stories up to the people at school. Sometimes, I cannot tell something I've experienced from something I've seen being experienced by someone else. It terrifies me to think that my hold on it is so thin and it affects so much subconsciously.
I've gone off track. The point I'm trying to make is that magazines like Glamour have dangerous power. Buying these magazines for me is buying into an idealised and very vain world. A world where there are fifty million fragrances to sniff on a page and they all smell as suffocating as the last. This world has an unlimited amount of touch up for women who would still be as beautiful without it. And if they aren't, why are these editors using them in the first place?
Are there people that really cares that 48% of women want more of Mr Schuester from Glee? Or have a morbid fasnication with a woman who writes to serial killers on death row? The answer is yes, and in purchasing this magazine, I am indeed one of those women who search for the ultimate perfection in 376 pages of crap.
But it did have a free lipstick.