


Ever done anything and you’re not quite sure of your motivation for doing it? I recently went and peroxided my hair blond, grew a moustache, and received a deep spray tan. I’m not entirely sure why. Potential reasons could be:
- To give me something to write about as a Forensic Shopping Investigation
- To garner attention
- Because it’s an interesting social experiment to dramatically change ones looks
- It entertains others
- Because it’s fun seeking out new experiences
- I’m approaching 40
- ...or maybe I just wanted to appease Renata at work who thought it would be really funny
Create Time
The session peroxiding my hair took about 2.5 hours. Getting a spray tan takes about 30 minutes. However, you have to leave on a film of brown muck on your body for 6 hours before showering (I didn’t realize this).
- I pay
- I walk into a tiny, grotty, shower cubical (disgusting in every way, except for a picture of Corfu on the wall – inspiration I guess)
- I strip (you can wear little undies they give you, or your own. I actually left my jeans on as I only wanted the top half done
- A lady came in and with a converted hair dryer blew a fine dirt like substance on me (a derivative of sugar cane she tells me). She told me to assume many interesting positions to ensure the brown muck evenly covered my body.
- Same lady then blow dries my body with the same device
- I put my clothes on and leave.
We’re Screwed?
Our increasingly superficial society is causing peoples concept of self-identity to fuse more and more with physical appearance. We are distorting our bodies more and more to meet some mythical ideal (Actual Self + Brand = Ideal Self). More and more weird and invasive beauty treatments are now considered normal (like spraying shit over ones whole body, and chemically cooking your own hair). Unfortunately, self-acceptance is fighting an uphill battle against everyone telling us we should be (and look like) someone else. And we’re probably getting more depressed and anxious as a result.


