Cheryl Pappas


Archive for March, 2011

Anti-Aging Insanity: A Woman’s World

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

Anti-wrinkle creams. Plastic Surgery.

Let’s face it: A woman’s first job is to adios all clues of an aging face.

Women are juicy targets for face substitution—or is it self-effacing destruction?—a psychological event that I feel is worthy of some hefty degree of emotional dissection.

It doesn’t help that in America women and men obediently follow social orders like sleepwalking sheep, living out personal mandates only because we are taught them.

I am amazed at how normal and everywhere is the unquestioned demand for women to work, work, work on erasing their faces as they age. This has become known as the anti-aging industry, and I’m pretty sure it is not directed at men.

Here is the animated definition of insanity: the fact that women are directed to erase themselves and that they obediently take it on as a lifestyle.

Do you understand this is nuts?

Why not call a spade a spade. In America, both men and women are terrified of witnessing a woman age. It is as if a woman becomes dirty if she is older than, say, 30. Yes, Betty White is the exception du jour. Did you catch her last name? Betty’s no fool.

This psychotic propaganda shrieks from commercials, imposing the idea that It’s not too late! Run and cover those wrinkles and in 3 or 4 weeks you should experience some level of facial expression disappearance!(Side effects include vomiting, facial collapse, and death).

Maybe it’s just me, but I am a huge fan of facial expression.

I see it as one of the last clues of human existence.

The commercials, magazines, spokesmodels, and televised medical recommendations all seem to be saying, The unmitigated gall for a woman in America to be in the public eye after a certain age! Spare us! Get her face out of here. She’s making me sick!

Any over-40 year-old woman glimpsed parading her body in skin tight jeans and mini skirts must be mad or at least an alcoholic, society says. She couldn’t possibly be legitimate or mentally balanced. Look at those heels!

To add insult to injury, the “older” women who dress as they please receive the further humiliation of being seen as desperately trying to look younger!

What is this if not a Catch-21++++?

I say the whole concept of turning women against themselves and each other is very clever. So clever, in fact, that it’s big business.

It also makes women behave, doesn’t it? Too bad the human spirit has to die to bring in the big bucks.

Turning women against themselves—and that is what I believe is the bottom line result– at such an early age amounts to throwing away the joy of being alive past the age of 20-something.

With this humiliating lack of self-regard firmly implanted, how do women find the courage or time to show up at all for life—either publicly or privately?

Of course, there is the popular argument that women feel better about themselves having taken action to remove evidence of their aging.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg white?

Remember, the question of where a woman’s dissatisfaction originates is important to understand before volunteering for face sculpture. Is it an act true to the woman herself or is it misogynist propaganda? Sorting this out can be life changing and/or life saving.

Apparently, today’s propaganda begins earlier than ever. Young women in their early 20’s are furiously booking face work appointments, and it is considered perfectly reasonable.

It is embraced as an insurance policy against a life of loneliness and cats.

In case you are wondering, I do not come from another planet, as far as my beautiful mother believes. And I am enthralled with the work and personality of Joan Rivers. Joan is an exception to everything you have just read. She deliberately chose to create a look she loves. She did a great job!

But unless you’re as brilliant and driven as Joan, don’t try this at home—or anywhere. I’m positive she micromanaged every stitch.

And don’t even start me when it comes to what passes as reasonable in the successful American male physical universe. I frequently find myself musing out loud about physical female equivalents of Dick Cheney, Glenn Beck, and Dr. Phil, and where such women can be found professionally.

The answer is always the same: Not On Television!

The point is, we live in a visual world, a world that demands everything of women physically to be successful, and nothing of men.

Everyday, not only on International Women’s Day, I challenge you women to love your bodies and faces while remaining fit and healthy. I urge you to think about yourself in your own words and to treasure your imperfections. I encourage you to dare to find yourself irresistible physically and emotionally, especially if you have anything original going on. Life is to enjoy. Enjoy your life!

And as I bid you all goodnight, let me remind you to brush your teeth before applying the anti-wrinkle formula.

It lasts longer that way.

Personal or Branded: That Is The Question

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

There was a time long, long ago when to say something was a “brand” would bring to mind soup (Campbell’s) or canned pineapple (Dole). This dates me, and so did my high school boyfriend, escorting me to memorable restaurants where nary a canned or branded food product was served. But that’s another story.

People are so busy branding themselves today that they are losing their minds and their lives in the endeavor. For those who may not have noticed, “branding” has come to mean the endeavor of promoting yourself, getting notice and applause for yourself as if you were a company. Being your own public relations director is a full time job for almost everyone I know. Via internet or simply on the social streets, creating a fan base for yourself offers the ordinary American what once was called “The Impossible Dream”; being famous for absolutely nothing. Thank you, social media!

The following is not a defense for companies and professional entities that during this past Presidential campaign begged to be considered “a person”. However, maybe they were genuinely befuddled. After all, if everyone is a potential brand, couldn’t we say that the individual, likewise, is begging to be regarded as a company or professional entity? Just a thought.

Try to count the number of times people on television refer to themselves or another person as a “brand”.

This is evidence that the experience of being a person is going bye-bye. Living in a personal way is finished due to an overwhelming lack of interest. In its place, having a brand that is as large as you can make it is the goal and work of the everyday Joe. As we all know, a brand is nothing without becoming a household name. So fame is the end goal, and from beginning to end, fame of brand is the direction being promoted for how we live and make our mark on life.

Questions to consider: When my name becomes a brand, how deep does the depersonalization go? Will I have time to be personal?

Do I refer to myself in the third or fourth person?

I wonder who will share the shelf with me, will it have a prime location, and how long will my brand’s shelf life be, which is a more comfortable question to ponder than the formerly inscrutable, how long will I live?

Although we are acting more and more like cattle, I say it is not too late to stray from the herd.

Personal or branded? That is the question.

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