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Introduction I am a woman amid the prejudice, capitalistic society of this millennium. As this woman, I am exposed to a world of paradoxes and blatant contradictions that have been woven into the heart of this life. Magazines, movies, T.V, unspoken laws scream over past generations of revolutionaries. They drown out the saner voice, that thing we have lost called reality, to make way for the loud outspoken mouth of injustice. As a woman I am made to feel unworthy of a relationship, of equality in work and play, of the very happiness of my life. The media’s riddle we are told can be very simply answered. Conformity, skintight black dresses and a face made to look natural with drawer full of cosmetics. Forget who you are, she is gone; this is who you want to be. This fifteen year old in a string bikini, laughing on the arm of a man no one has seen. We are lured into this delusion, hypnotized to tell ourselves that then we will be happy. Then, when we have that flawless face, that beautiful body, that perfection that can be packaged and sold. Then we will be complete. It isn’t true, and somewhere deep within ourselves we know this, but we can’t stop now, halfway through life when almost everything we’ve learned and thought we saw, through some evolution has been made almost real, through this coercion we call living. Entire lifetimes have seen this manipulation, through the media’s coy whore, dissolving all that was left of humanity, truth, and character. We are made to want, to consume. We are promised happiness, with the loss of pounds, with the loss of individuality, the peace that comes with denial. But instead of losing inches and traits, eventually we, OUR ENTIRE SELVES, become lost, too soon taking the place made for us in the circle of women going nowhere. Pacing it as we continually strive for that which does not exist. We convince ourselves that we are past of all this, when the truth is we have only learned how to hide it. Nothing is as it seems.