“With a bald spot in the middle of my hair- [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”] My morning …show more content…
You are judged based on your appearance. You get jobs because of your appearance. You make friends by your appearance. In “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, Prufrock wanted his appearance to be accepted because he knew he had no way of changing it. He knew he would have more friends and more women be interested in him if only he had more hair and muscle tone. In the real world, that concept is still true. In 2014, over 15.6 million plastic surgeries were conducted because people do not believe their natural appearance is good enough for society to accept them (web). Body image is also a huge part of why people are not feeling accepted into society. The world has set the standard that, for girls, they have to be a size two be beautiful and for guy, they have to have a six pack to be attractive. It has gotten to so bad that the world of Barbie is being changed. “Some of the things that people said about Barbie was that she might be a bad role model for girls, that she represents an unrealistic body type,” says Jess Weiner (web). The world has risen the standards for …show more content…
Elliot that presents the next subtheme of the poem perfectly. Social status. Prufrock is wandering through a town that appears to have classy women speaking of a famous artist and fancy parties that only the people that have a couple bucks can get into. It is apparent that he wants to be one of those people. The type of person that gets classy drunk all the time and can blow smoke in someone’s face because you have money and they cannot do anything about it. Even though he does not straight up tell us that he wants that life, you can tell he wants to a live the high class life. Who does not? It is common for people to want to be accepted by their social status. In the “five percent” is where everyone wants to be in life. According to NPR, there are roughly 29 percent of Americans that are in the lower class, and the majority of those lower class people dream of living the high class life (web). I understand that. I used to want the friends that had the name brand clothes, and the fanciest cars and the richest parents, but those people will never be true friends. They are too stuck up for even themselves. Unless you are like me and just so happen to find the one in a million best friend, who knows she is rich, shows off that she is rich, but is a genuinely kind hearted person. The main point of this is that money does not make the friend. The friend makes the friend, and if they cannot accept who you are in whatever social status you