Any woman who has walked into a bar or, infinitely worse, a junior high dance* knows the simultaneous excitement and dread of walking into a crowded room and encountering The Look. You know the one, and it isn't Jake Ryan catching your eye from across the gym, in hopes you'll slow dance at a painfully awkward arm's distance from him.
*Why, why didn't we just band together and end these? Adding this to my Omnimedia Takeover Agenda.
No, it is us women who are both instigator and victim of The Look, defined as the non-amorous, flagrantly competitive head-to-toe evaluation of another woman upon said woman's entrance into a social event. And as I've rounded the bend into my thirties, The Look I've observed, regardless of American city, goes something along these lines:
- Engagement/Wedding Ring
Since our primary goal here is being Prettier Than Everyone Else, I generally take The Look as a skewed sort of compliment; however, why the competitive thing in the first place? Is my Marc by Marc handbag, seductive as it may be, actually going to lure your oil heir husband away, as one recent attendee at a charity event *ahem* seemed to be implying with her vicious stares?**
**While I was standing next to my own Anonymous Husband, I might add.
Ladies and gentlemen (man? Any of you out there?), is this a universal thing, or merely a byproduct of the admittedly yuppie-prone, heterosexual-prone circles in which I often find myself? If The Look varies in your town or crowd, what is your regional variation?