In the in pursuit of a nice woman, Whitefield-Madrano narrates her beauty routine — six and a half minutes in front womwn the mirror — and its accompanying thinking routine: The book is brainwork: After each chapter, I paused as I have so many times in a drugstore aisle, limbic system alight amid the tube, pump and bottle menagerie, overwhelmed with information, unsure of what is really necessary, what to take home.
One defense is to remain always ahead, always imagining oneself through the eyes of an observer.
In anticipation of how others see us, we ask ourselves, Do I look good? Do I feel safe?
The secrets of beauty are for control. The acts of beauty are for safety. The play in beauty is for selfhood.
Mostly there are doors to guard. Enchantment is less appealing than community, which many women do find online.
In the concluding chapter Whitefield-Madrano reverses her thesis. At the conclusion of the conclusion, Whitefield-Madrano reveals her own hidden truth: The most striking section of the book is imagining how that fresh sobriety felt: But she believed it. A review on Aug.
She is Naomi Wolf, not Wolfe. A version of this article appears in print onPage 21 of the Sunday Book Review with the headline: How Do I Look?