Why do we camouflage what we eventually reveal?
Andrew Christian, a celebrity designer recently featured on Bravo, recently came to San Francisco to promote his new line of goods. Smocks, frocks or pantsuits, you ask? Not exactly. Andrew Christian designs form fitting men’s underwear. This was one fashion show I was not going to miss.
However, I soon realized that Andrew’s products were not just for the well sculpted and even better endowed. Darn! Unlike most tight briefs that require an Adonis-like body to be flattering, Andrew designs a more “enhancing” version for the everyday male. Through innovative materials, Andrew’s products firm the buttocks, hide love handles and promote the package. Although we may laugh at a new garment that mimics a sock in the pants, we also must acknowledge that men are becoming as vain as we are.
“Vain?!” my dear down-to-earth girlfriends exclaim indignantly. “Vain? Moi? I hike and bike! I don’t try to change my appearance!”
I run to their bedroom and open up their top dresser drawer. “Aha – what is this we have here?” I say holding up two pairs of Spanx, the modern day girdle. The guilty Spanx were situated right by a series of cleverly padded bras.
I then run over to the bathroom and pull out multiple shades of under eye concealer, lip plumping lipsticks and expensive (yet strangely always ineffective) cellulite cream.
“And you say you do not want to change your appearance! Shame shame. And what is this?” I point to a 25 percent off tooth whitening coupon attached to the fridge by a magnet.
They all look shyly away, well knowing that we are all tempted to pay for the next trick to make us look less like we really are.
After booking my 3rd wax appointment for the month, I wondered if beauty has gotten the best of us. In this city of the slim and small pored, women and men alike are eternally on the hamster wheel trying to keep up. We go to all lengths to fool others into thinking we are a media image of perfection. But isn’t it sometimes silly to pad and promote and suck it in when our main goal is just to get naked anyway? Should we stop false advertising and just be ourselves from the first date? For once the penis enhancing underwear is removed, all will know the true size of the member. And once my bra with its sci-fi industrial padding construction comes off, my date will discover that I am a far cry from Dolly Parton.
So on my next date I decide to forgo the accoutrements that add two cup sizes and force my stomach to twist inside itself. I may look less sculpted, but I will also be one step closer to being naked. And that is the real goal anyway.