“Just look at it! It’s broken,
it’s cracked, quick! You need the emergency sea-kelp
golden caviar treatment – it’s five thousand
rupees but it’s an absolute must!”
You quail inside, wondering if
you’ve been going out of the house looking like
Medusa with a head of snakes instead of hair, but they’ve
already begun the attack on the second front.
“And that skin… what have you done to yourself?”
“My skin…?”
“Yes. Look at those pimples!
My God! You’ve broken out everywhere!”
“I- I have?”
“My God, it’s like looking at the surface
of the moon! You need the micro-derma-abrasive-holistic-aromatherapeutic
facial or you’ll die!”
“Oh my God!”
“And I’m sure you need
waxing on every inch of your body, manicure, pedicure,
body bleaching, full perm, color tint… shall we
just book you in for two days straight? You can go on
a juice fast while you’re at it… that should
take care of that nasty cellulite on the backs of your
arms…”
“Aieeeeeeee!”
Men reading this must be rolling
in the aisles by now, wondering what exactly is wrong
with us women that we actually stand for this kind of
treatment. But instead of running away in droves, women
flock to the beauty parlor as if receiving the blessings
of the Sheikh of Medina. Most parlors in Pakistan are
stuffed full of already beautiful women who think that
primping or getting rid of that extra inch of hair will
make the
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