What the Human Barbie Really Says About Us
Human Barbie Valeria Lukyanova
For those who do not yet know of the Human Barbie Valeria Lukyanova, she is a Ukrainian woman who, through a freakish regime of plastic surgery, makeup and other “enhancements,” has turned herself into something more like what Barbie might look like if she was an insect. But it’s better, sort of, to have a look. For those interested in this sort of thing, among other things, Lukyanova allegedly had her eyelids sliced shorter to enhance her “wide-eyed” look, and exists, such as it is, on a mostly liquid diet.
In a new profile this month in GQ magazine, we also learn that Lukyanova may be completely insane. To wit:
— She refers to herself by her alien space name, Amatue.
— Her tri-colored finger nails “are a fractal pattern from the twenty-first dimension.”
— She does not care for children: “The very idea of having children brings out this deep revulsion in me. What would you keep the children for? So they can get you a glass of water when you’re on your deathbed?”
Yarn for Human Cats
OK, I think we all get it, and it is a kind of internet fun to troll around for these kinds of insane things pseudo-celebrities say. They’re entertaining, in a slow-down-at-a-car-wreck kind of way, a ball of yarn for human cats.
But, perhaps almost by accident, Lukyanova may have said something that touches on more serious issues. “Everyone wants a slim figure. Everyone gets breasts done. Everyone fixes up their face if it’s not ideal, you know? Everyone strives for the golden mean.”
In a society broadly based on little besides the need for a small number of wealthy people to create continued demand for consumer goods among a much larger group of people, it is required to make people feel bad. You are too short. You are too fat. You don’t smell right. Your breasts, your penis, your muscles, are too small. You don’t have enough hair (heads), you have too much hair (manscaping.) The corollary for each of these problems is to purchase something– plastic surgery, perfume, a Brazilian wax. That keeps the money flowing. There is no end to all this.
Enlarge your breasts, slim down your waist. How big is big enough? How skinny is skinny enough? A woman isn’t attractive until she looks like an anime/video game character, a man until he mimics the half-human, half-cartoon men of the movie 300. You soon reach the reductio ad absurdum, Human Barbie Valeria Lukyanova, a perfect marriage of almost farcical sexism and predatory capitalism.
We are a society aimed, by social forces enhanced by media and peer pressure, into caring very little about how people are educated (and the Human Barbie’s idiotic ramblings only add to the stereotype that “beauty” and brains are opposing forces) and very much about how people look. The benefits to those who profit from such a worldview are sadly obvious in both dollars and cents, and in reinforcing the idea that the majority of people are best manipulated when they are made to feel inadequate and imperfect.