Reading this is like taking an anthropologist’s view into an exotic culture, and not just because I’m a male getting a look into female culture. I’ve never particularly cared for how I look in photos, have taken thousands on the river, on the job, of sunsets that might serve as background in a painting. But then I’m old. There’s the new cultural wrinkle of posting your life on social media, too self involved, too braggy for me, but reading this story makes clear how important younger generations find their various images to be. All I can say about the continuing looks/beauty competition between women is that it’s expensive, time consuming, and physically limiting (imagine dashing into traffic to rescue a wayward child in high heels). Wearing clothes without pockets necessitates carrying a purse, more bother and vulnerability. Wearing expensive and fragile clothes limits your movement, limits the places you can go, the things you can do. I’ll take a carpenter’s practical, sturdy clothes every day of the week, maybe buy sun screen for my forearms and face, that’s about it.