Before, when I went to the hairdresser, I always took a book with me. Well, while you are sitting with painted horns or steaming your heels, time is not wasted. But then I began to notice that I never opened the book. Because the salon is full of all kinds of gloss — intelligent (as we like to justify ourselves) and completely boulevard.
So, instead of smart books, my hand is reaching for this glamor, and reaching out. And just the same, in the right place, some kind of OK!, or Hello!, or an unbearable Elle is revealed. That is, where all the celebrities surrounded by offspring on the ocean or a diva with a new companion on the platform of the Australian Open are hiding behind the same Ray-Ban glasses as mine.
I also love the topic “eternal youth without a surgical scalpel” and about where you can relax expensively and very expensively. «What’s wrong with me?» I ask myself after spending an hour immersing myself in caramel life. Or were you not taught, baby, that these are all publicity stunts? That all this beauty, not balanced by reality, is thrown into you in order to give acceleration to your gentle financial flow, stalled between the supermarket and the housing and communal services?
I read advertising and educational articles because I enjoy their optimism and touching concern at the level of intonation
Everything is so, but I read the gloss and get quite a certain pleasure at the same time. I tried to formulate for myself its nature. Each of us strives to create a holistic own image. A certain model within which it is pleasant and convenient for us to realize our abilities. And why do I need this foam and tinsel with a Shanghai leopard at the ready on the way to the cherished portrait of the capital’s intellectual? I push all this reflection and admit to myself that contemplation of beautiful views lifts my spirits — even the same type of beaches and hotels, even staged picnics and someone’s weddings. Because there is the sun, which is always on the way for us, people who have achieved their goal and (this is the main thing!) The horizon of opportunities that I completely forgot about at my microwave.
Farther. I have my own beautician, practically a family member, a psychologist and other “close associates”. I trust them. I have a budget, beyond which I will not go, whatever one may say. But I read advertising and educational articles from the series «it’s good to be young, young and drunk in the smoke», because I am pleased with their optimism and care for me, touching at the level of intonation — apparently, with this I have a systemic shortage. And what, someone has an excess with this? So get where you can!
Did you know, for example, that Pablo Picasso was a fan of comics for a long time. James Joyce saw popular art as an authentic reaction of the imagination to official action. (Glossiness, of course, is a conditional art, this is the area of the media, but the definition of “mass” cannot be avoided.)
A kaleidoscope of gossip, recipes, fashion reviews and glamor biographies provide me with a sense of the uninterrupted flow of time and remind me, as philosopher and media theorist Marshall McLuhan said, “of all the fullness of life, of all the abilities that we have missed in our daily routine. «.