Thursday, February 28, 2019

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Jonathan Swifts poem, The Ladys Dressing Room, is a comic satire that seeks to show readers the inescapable humanity and its flaws and gory loathso handsess that women have to live with no matter how hard they decide to quarter themselves appear immaculately exquisite on the outside. It could be read as a criticism of the extreme efforts women do to make themselves beautiful, and as a criticism of the commentator, the man, who is enamored by the physical beauty only to learn the imperfections being hidden underneath that flawless exterior in the maams book binding room.The dressing room is where the transformation takes place this is where the madam goes in simple and when she comes out she is a radiant beauty and men can non help themselves. That is what the poem implies that is why the poem begins with a man, Strephon, who is enamored by Celia who takes at least five hours to prepare herself, sneaking in the dressing room to find out why, and discovers the horrors that goes on not only at heart the room but also with his beloved Celias body at a lower place those laces and brocades.He discovers first a dirty Smock appeard, Beneath the Arm-pits healthy besmeard. Strephon, the Rogue, displayd it wide, And turnd it round on every Side. On such(prenominal) a saddle few Words are best, And Strephon bids us guess the rest tho swears how damnably the Men lie, In c aloneing Celia sweet and cleanly. That in fact, Celia is not as perfect as she seems her clothes have perspiration and perverting smell on them. hat follows next is a series of purpose other items Celia uses to prepare herself combs with dirt, dandruff and sweat, a piece of cloth with oil apply to cover wrinkles, gloves made from Celias dogs skin when it died, and respective(a) little jars filled with pomade, paint, ointments, all these used to cover her imperfections. Strephon even finds the toss away stockings that reveal stinking toes. No wonder that at the end of the poem, Strep hon could no farseeinger feeling straight at any woman, for his imagination evermore conjures the images he saw in the dressing room and saw their stinks, their flaws that they try so hard to hide.The narrator of the poem says that this is vengeance for his peeping, for if Strephon did no such thing then he could still be blessed when he sees beautiful women without knowing such gaudy Tulips raisd from Dung. so this is the fella of the ladys dressing room, that it took the magic and wonder for the beholder and made him see the woman as the imperfect creature masquerading to be a work of art. However, the dressing room is also a curse for Celia and all women, as it is the chamber where they feed their obsession to make themselves beautiful for men.In the poem the narrator mentioned Celias magnifying Glass, which is simply a mirror, but in this mirror everything was en giganticd, that it can to Sight disclose, The smallest Worm in Celias Nose, And faithfully direct her Nail To sq ueeze it out from Head to derriere For catch it nicely by the Head, It must come out live or dead. that it makes her so insecure to make her spend date to look for even the minutest flaws that no one would see anyway.The woman spends a stripped-down of five hours (perhaps an exaggerated figure, but the point is that women spend a large amount of time preening) and fails to see that real beauty comes from within, not on what is reflected by a piece of glass. The poem shows the readers an image of the preparation interpreted to make one look good outside but in so doing shows that perhaps it is natures way that makes it so ambitious that we should learn to appreciate each other and ourselves, flaws included, for we all have them.This is not to say to forgo hygiene, but merely to examine what activities we spend time on. The curse of the dressing room is that it makes us believe in the john that media sells us the dream of that perfect skin, that Barbie body, that photoshopped face, that if we make up ourselves as long as we need to we can transcend our human bodies flaws. But we cannot, because all these are parts of what makes us who we are.

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