Saturday, 26 September 2009

Day Eleven: In which she admires hair in its infinite variety

My dearest Jane —

One of the many, many happy differences that have near to overwhelm'd me in this strange, new world is that not only Women, but Persons of all colours are now Equals. 'Tis a marvellous thing.

Of late, my eye has been caught by the varied coiffure possibilities that Black women have. (And, not to be outdone, I see many young White women injecting colour of the most extreme nature into their own hair).



Of the young women above, the one with the masses of curly hair was simply too beautiful for words, but alas, her lack of sense rendered her terribly silly. She prattled away on her little mobile telephone (a miraculous device that allows one to speak to anyone, anywhere) spreading intimate details of a scandalous affair to the world at large. I at first b'lieved her to be speaking of her own friends and family, she spoke in such familiar terms, yet I determined it was of certain "celebrities" -- or as we would say, Society -- of which she spoke. These "slebs" are exalted beings; sometimes actors and musicians, yet more oft they are no-bodies who have achieved fame through no honour or industry or cleverness, but simply through notoriety or promiscuity. The saddest aspect of this adoration of celebrity for its own sake is that young persons seek to emulate them. They desire only fame and will debase themselves in the most shameful ways to achieve it. Sadly, the very pretty young one I sketched t'was as empty-headed as the ones she worships.


with love from your sister,

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