AFTER the band was chosen and the napkins color-coordinated to match her shoes, Kacey Knauer, a bride-to-be, had another critical matter to address: her skin, and the skin of the nine women in her bridal party.This steaming pile of text can be read in its entirety here, and it quite well should to grasp the context of the rant.
"How long until these brilliant brides-to-be figure out that they can hire models to be their bridesmaids? Then they can have the perfect human accessories."
So Ms. Knauer, the 35-year-old owner of TempTrends, a staffing agency in Manhattan, invited her nearest and dearest — including her mother and future mother-in-law — for a night out at the TriBeCa MedSpa, replete with mimosas and cupcakes. An aesthetician assessed each woman’s face and devised a treatment plan — a quick chemical peel, say, or an injection of a wrinkle-filler. Or maybe, for a bridesmaid with age spots, a series of Fraxel laser treatments over months, allowing for recovery time.
For Ms. Knauer, who will be married in December, cosmetic interventions for herself and her entourage are as vital as the centerpieces or food. “If I were 25 or 26 and getting married, a bracelet, necklace or matching earrings would be fine,” she said.
Okay now with that out of the way lets turn to this repulsive story about empty beings. I will venture a guest that the bridesmaids of Ms. Knauer are either zombies, dosed to the eyeballs on Lithium, or just plain stupid cows; they have to be otherwise they would have realized that her insistence (albeit carefully worded and deployed) in the cosmetic alterations is in fact translated as this:
" I am embarrassed by your appearances and do not want to have them immortalized forever in my wedding pictures "
This cracks me up because they make it seem as if the industry that fuels these procedures and practices is in no way connected with the pounding ad campaigns that brainwash women into believing that they need these things done. Anybody with a brain however (see also: not bridesmaids) would see through such nonsense to the heart of the matter and realize that these women are just as caught up in filling their bodies with chemicals to enhance their external appearance as a coke head who is sucking down lines in order to maintain that crucial high.In other cases, bridesmaids — who may quietly seethe about unflattering dresses — are surprisingly willing to pay for cosmetic enhancements. “Most women, when they come in here, they want it,” said Camille Meyer, the owner of TriBeCa MedSpa. “They know they’re aging.”
The absurdity of this article really soars when it comes to rationalizing the expense of cosmetic procedures for a wedding by saying “They will never choose Botox over a great dress, but they will say ‘Maybe I’ll have a buffet over a sit-down at the rehearsal dinner,’ ” she said. Or: “I’ll spend the money on Botox rather than lunch.’ ” So even though the economy is in despair and various markets are suffering these women would opt for Botox or a new dress and forgo eating. That to me indicates a failure of sorts, more specifically in the ability to employ logic and reason. If they were making these poor decisions for themselves and themselves alone I could almost forgive such transgressions but the fact of the matter is that they are preening and primping to put on a show for someone else so that person can have pictures of fake-tanned, artificially whitened, and surgically augmented mannequins frozen forever in their wedding photo album.
Maybe I'm being too hard on women, right? Just perhaps I took the low road and fired off venom and bile about things which we cant fault them for because they have no choice, they are programmed by the media right? Bollocks to that as well; we've seen the push for all manner of changes in how women are treated, how they now have more choice and power and freedom than ever before in their lives thanks to the Women's Rights movement; yet it seems so many cannot escape the childhood princess fantasies long enough to realize how expertly they have been fleeced by surgeons, planners, and media moguls alike. Forgive me if i don't excrete a single milligram of sympathy for these vapid creatures passing themselves off as women, when you subject your body to these things for the sake of others whom you likely have no real connection with it makes it hard for others to feel the least bit sorry for you.
Labels: bridesmaids, cosmetics, marriage
