Last week a blogger I much admire did a post about what she called ‘Nosferatu days’. You know, those days when you wake up, look in the mirror and say ‘what the?!’
Wander over to Bluebird Blvd and have a look at it if you like, I can wait… http://bluebirdblvd.wordpress.com/2012/04/19/adulthood-confidential-you-better-make-friends-with-your-face-cause-youre-gonna-be-here-awhile/
A ‘Nosferatu moment’ is when some sort of time-space-thingo happened when you were asleep and you have woken up looking completely different from what that little mental picture of yourself thinks you went to sleep looking like. Did you age years overnight? No, you are having a ‘Nosferatu moment’.
There were interesting comments made and different opinions aired and it got me thinking yesterday about the inordinate amount of attention paid to the way we look. Mind you I was thinking about this at work, an exclusively (well, apart from me) male environment where the only fashion prerequisite is a flannie shirt and workboots. Not a high fashion environment!
What I thought about was; when (and why) did it become OK to expect to change the way we look in those big ways? A nose job or a boob job, lip plumping or stomach sucking. Those procedures that have become almost not worth commenting on as they are so commonplace.
It is frightening to see what those women (mostly) in the public eye do to make themselves saleable to the masses. Do they ever look at their real motives for changing their appearance or are they so caught up on the treadmill of eternal youth they don’t have the chance to stop and look where their next step is taking them?
I couldn’t think of anything worse than being in the public eye and having the pressure of not only maintaining some sort of discernible talent, but having to look good all the time (no more workboots and flannies for me then….) I think I would rather maintain my anonymity!
These days it is not only people who have based their career on their appearance that have this need to constantly update their look, it seems that every level of society has been infected. If only people accepted that aging is what happens and is not something that needs to be battled against.
Of course, once I got home I had to have a look at the old newspapers to see what they had to say on the subject.
I was amused when I found this article from 1938 on attractiveness. Clearly the current celebrity climate is not something that has bred our obsession with appearance. Even back then the virtues of personality and internal beauty were something that they felt needed to be reinforced.
I love that the article finished with ‘Individuality is the modern watchword’. Yes, it should be.