From Where the Girls Are: A pretty good explanation of being a girl
When I open Vogue, for example, I am simultaneously infuriated and seduced, grateful to escape temporarily into a narcissistic paradise where I’m the center of the universe, outraged that completely unattainable standards of wealth and beauty exclude me and most women I know from the promised land. I adore the materialism; I despise the materialism. I yearn for the self-indulgance; I think the self-indulgance is repellent. I want to look beautiful; I think wanting to look beautiful is about the most dumb-ass goal you could have. The magazine stokes my desire; the magazine triggers my bile. And this doesn’t only happen when I’m reading Vogue; it happens all the time…On the one hand, on the other hand — that’s not just me — that’s what it means to be a woman in America.
-Susan J. Douglas (emphasis mine)
2 years ago • Notes