This is a decent point to talk about particularly now since the ubiquity of all the make-over shows. I have consistently been interested concerning why individuals, generally ladies, have this thought they are required to look a specific route so as to “fit in” with society.
We as a whole might want to accept that curious saying, “excellence is subjective depending on each person’s preferences”, yet how evident and important is that expression when the onlooker has been indoctrinated, in a manner of speaking, into buying in to the
conviction that magnificence is the fake look we see on style mags, in TV ads, and even in certain youngsters’ books? For quite a while, that picture has comprised for the most part of white ladies and the “white standard of excellence”.
I chose to take this inquiry of plastic medical procedure and the quest for magnificence and perceive how it can influence a few ladies in the African-American people group. As indicated by the American Society of Plastic Surgeons, African-Americans make up just 6% of plastic medical procedure patients. Why would that be? Do African-American ladies have an increasingly positive self/self-perception or is it that many can’t manage the cost of it? Also, for the 6% who do have medical procedure, to which standard of excellence would they say they were attempting hope for?
I decided to begin my quest for the white standard of excellence in 1960. I picked that year on the grounds that at the time, a TV show was airing that tried to show good and cultural exercises through fantastical stories.
Two scenes of this show were exceptionally telling and prophetic, and the two of them managed how society saw excellence and the desires set on ladies to be “excellent”.
That show was, The Twilight Zone.
Excellence in 1960…
Bar Serling offered us a story of marvels and mammoths in scene #42 entitled: Eye of the Beholder.
Here’s a concise abstract of the show I found at The Twilight Zone Guide:
Janet Tyler restlessly anticipates the result of her most recent medical procedure. Janet, who’s anomalous face has made her a pariah, has had her eleventh emergency clinic visit – the greatest permitted by the State. In the event that it didn’t succeed, she will be sent to live in a town where others of her sort are isolated. As her gauzes are expelled, she is uncovered to be wonderful. The specialist steps back with sickening dread. As the lights please we see the others, their faces are distorted and twisted. As Janet runs from her room crying, she runs into another of her sort, an attractive man named Walter Smith. He is accountable for an outsider town, and he guarantees her that she will inevitably feel she has a place. He advises her to recall the familiar adage: “Excellence is subjective depending on each person’s preferences.”
In spite of the fact that the show was taped in high contrast, we can obviously observe that Ms. Tyler is Caucasian. The specialists seem to have darker skin, in any case, the thought here was that the watchers related to Ms. Tyler since she was the great blonde, slim excellence ordinarily found in 1960’s design magazines.
As the show shuts, the storyteller talks:
“Presently the inquiries that ring a bell. Where is this spot and when is it, what sort of world where offensiveness is the standard and excellence the deviation from that standard? The appropriate response is, it doesn’t have any effect. Since the well-known adage happens to be valid. Magnificence is entirely subjective, in this year or a hundred years thus, on this planet or any place there is human life, maybe out among the stars. Magnificence is entirely subjective. Exercise to be learned…in the Twilight Zone.”