Should you judge a woman by the cover of her magazine? Well at first this question seems unfitting as we, as a society, know full well that this judging is happening anyway even when all goodness says we should not. So I ask myself, not should you do it, but why do we do it? Are we forced to have no other choice and How? Titles reading “279 wardrobe updates” and “Cosmo’s max your life guide” in Cosmopolitan, imply that your wardrobe needs updating and your life needs “maxing”. This contributes to the never ending cycle of fashion, but also to the building of your personality.
It is a proven fact that people change according to their surroundings and what they are exposed to. Cosmopolitan is just another product that you could be exposed to. It scares me to think that my personality – me, could be slightly different if I had not of watched television last night, or if I didn’t read that article last week. What is contained within these influential magazines that has such an influential effect on its readers? When I ask myself this question, the first thing that springs to mind is, nothing.
That there is in fact nothing contained in these magazines which is appropriate or could lead you to a better life; whether its “your love life”, “your sex life” or just “your life” in general. It is this very thing that makes the reader buy the next month’s issue; only to find that this one has no special importance either. Although this is obvious to us sane, non-obsessive, non-readers it is no more than invisible to those shallow minded “wannabe” models who eagerly lead themselves slowly, crumb by crumb, to what they want so much: a constantly moving finish line, a computer-edited face.
And yet they have no idea that they will never reach it. But why are these women like this? Is it that God did not give them the simple gift of common sense, to see that these magazines are simply not helping their lives but wasting money? Or is it that the poor women are victims of the magazine’s cruel techniques of trapping women in the black hole of fashion; maybe they were bored one day and there it was on the table in front of them, with bold letters spelling “one tiny move that guarantees maximum pleasure” jumping to their attention.
And before you know it, they’re hooked, trapped, infected. Personally, I think this is true; they are helplessly drowning in each months issue of pathetic, brainwashing titles like “A users guide to YOUR MUM”. I mean, since when was there one user’s guide to everyone? And who needs a user’s guide to someone they’ve probably lived with for most of their life? Well, it is these people, these automated people who drive the world to a robotic “perfect”, programmed only to make even more of themselves.
They do this by secretly believing, in this case, that all mums are the same, because the magazine is telling them to believe this; and of course, the magazine knows it all. They must be doing this, otherwise they wouldn’t read the corresponding article inside. Then once they’re in, they slowly start the race, maybe nearly reaching the perfection for that month, and as soon as they think they’re there: they tell people the good news, because there is no bad news. Then that person picks it up and notices an intriguingly gruesome story about how a “man survives with arms and legs blown off “.
There’s two ; how long did that take? There’s no wonder this is one of the best selling magazines in Britain. I couldn’t say that I wouldn’t read a story like that, as we all have a natural instinct to get excitement through curiosity from other people’s bad experiences, we’ve all done it. But I wouldn’t read these voyeuristic stories and then look at the model men next to it and want to be like them. To be honest, I wouldn’t want to even look at a half naked man, but that’s me and there is no users guide to me.