In defence of fake beauty

'Natural' beauty demands hard labour to appear effortlessly beautiful and blemish-free. Brash, flamboyant, over-the-top makeup and clothes can let us reclaim our image, argues Shona McCombes

Shona McCombes, 23 December 2011

Recently I had the misfortune to catch an episode of a programme called Snog, Marry, Avoid.

You might have heard of it; as a trailblazing champion of 'natural beauty', it delivers a smug weekly package of body-policing wrapped up in tasteful matching colours. A young woman takes us on a tour of her wardrobe and beauty routines, usually involving copious amounts of fake tan, eyeliner and sequins (occasionally, in the interest of diversity, the show features a camp man). She or he meets Pod, a snarky robot who proceeds to explain why every aspect of their taste and style is tacky, fake and disgusting, backed up by members of the public opining on just how grossly undesirable and slaggy they look.

Make-under.jpgThis is followed by an extensive make-under, designed, supposedly, to reveal its object's natural beauty under all that gunk, transforming the women into an image of demure femininity more palatable to the public taste.

The ultimate purpose of the project seems to be to assure women that, if only they'd present themselves nicely, some anonymous men on the street might be generous enough to marry them. Which, as we all know, is every girl's dream.

In capitalism's ever-evolving vocabulary of domination over our bodies, the make-under is an clever little piece of marketing: "I was never here," it whispers. "I only want to help you uncover your natural self," it promises. And you certainly wouldn't want to go around looking unnatural, would you?

To talk about natural beauty is to naturalise a specific form of beauty

'Natural' beauty slyly requires us to use just enough makeup, spending just enough money and putting in just enough effort to convince people there was never any money or effort or makeup involved.

And, as it turns out, such an achievement doesn't come particularly cheap, or particularly easy. The cult of natural beauty does not, in reality, ask us to strip away our feminine 'fakery', but rather to make our fakery more subtle and more convincing, which requires ever more expertise, ever more specialised products, and ever more anxiety about getting it wrong. A dress that doesn't flatter her, an uneven streak of foundation, a dodgy hair dye job: signs of failure, mocked because they signal ineptness at mastering our image - the ultimate sin of womanhood.

In a society of compulsive airbrushing, saturated with images of impossible perfection, the notion of embracing a more natural - a more realistic - image of ourselves may seem instinctively appealing to a feminist sensibility.

But we would do well to think carefully about the assumptions that structure such aesthetic categories. Natural has never really signified an intrinsic pre-cultural quality. As the process of the make-under so aptly demonstrates, what we call 'natural' is only ever a different mode of artifice, produced within society's power-structures and equipped with its own set of cultural codes and meanings.

To talk about natural beauty is to naturalise a specific form of beauty, and naturalisation is always a process of privileging and exclusion.

Make-up2.jpgWe live in a culture where the natural is made synonymous with the real, the authentic, the true and, by implication, the good. We live in a culture that still persuasively naturalises inequality, and we live in a culture where deviations from 'natural' states of gender and sexuality are met with heavy penalties.

Society's unnaturals are forced to constantly work at convincing it that they're real enough and honest enough to be accepted into its fold: that they were "born this way", that they have an authentic, immutable origin of identity (a gene, a brain structure, a hormone) and a doctor's note to prove it. All this is demanded of them in order to validate their very existence, and still they are regarded with brutal suspicion.

When it comes to feminine beauty, the stakes are not quite so high, but similar assumptions are woven tightly into the disparagement of fakery.

Instead of demonising fakery, we should embrace a proliferation of artifice, in a style that refuses to acknowledge the existence of any such thing as 'natural'

Dictionary definitions of the word 'cosmetic' are twofold: the term signifies beauty and adornment, but also superficiality and deception. Our cultural discourse on femininity, one may note, is pervaded by the very same pair of ideas. In reality, the trend towards 'natural' makeup and dress - fashion that flatters, that covers, that airbrushes away the unseemly bits of our bodies - is perhaps more insidiously oppressive than the garish tastes of the Snog, Marry, Avoid targets.

This is certainly not to suggest that the industries of glitter and hair-dye are free from problems of consumerist pressure, insecurity and marginalisation. But the most striking aspect of the show's subjects is their brash self-confidence. Each professes a deep attachment to the accoutrements of her 'fakery' and a reluctance to give them up.

On the whole, these do not seem like people who spend hours agonising over which dress will most effectively mask their bellies or whether their foundation is a convincingly even shade; they revel in their own fakery, thoroughly enjoy embellishing and exaggerating the image of themselves that they are sold.

The women are loud, hyper-real versions of the femininity to which we are all supposed to aspire, and the disdain with which our culture drenches them is a telling indictment of its own narratives.

Fashion2.jpgWhat we have is not a war against fakery, it is a war against that which displays itself as fakery; we're all supposed to be pretending that we're naturally wide-eyed and soft-skinned and blushing and blemish-free. Women are expected to be photorealist portraits of femininity, not expressionist canvasses; lies are tolerated only in so far as they are told convincingly. But when we start being too overt about the fabricated status of natural femininity, there's a lurking danger that we might start to question their absurdity, or realise that we can invent altogether new images in radical moulds.

Perhaps, then, instead of demonising fakery, we should embrace a proliferation of artifice, in a style that refuses to acknowledge the existence of any such thing as 'natural'.

Fashion and cosmetics can often seem close bedfellows of consumerism and marginalisation, but nonetheless, fashion as an aesthetic field provides a uniquely frank view of the fact that beauty has a history, that self-expression is not spontaneous but culturally determined.

Traditionalist aesthetics always deals in oppressive universals. In fashion, nothing is intransigent, no beauty is transcendental, everything has a material existence and a social position: this month's hideous mistake can be next month's bold statement. Style and beauty are produced, discarded and reinvented with startling rapidity and, in such a climate, the very notion of the natural can be seen for what it really is: just another aesthetic category, its signs every bit as carefully fabricated as the most flamboyant artifice.

It is this aspect of fashion and cosmetics, perhaps, that can put them in the service of transformative ideals. A radical aesthetic of the body would not coerce us to 'flatter' and flatten ourselves into a tasteful range of shapes and styles; it can provide, instead, a space to adorn them, to perform them and invent them and challenge what they signify.

Image of a make-up artist applying make-up to a model taken from Wikimedia Commons. Picture of selected make-up items uploaded by Flickr user kelpenhagen under a Creative Commons licence. Picture of a model on the runway at a fashion show uploaded by Flickr user simondeiner under a Creative Commons licence.

Comments From You

Fertra // Posted 23 December 2011 at 19:56

Seriously, "capitalism"? 'Snog, Marry, Avoid' is produced by the non-commercial BBC, at taxpayers' expense. For me, it's ethic has always been tied up in class - working class woman crushed by middle-class producers and presenter (disguised as robot). I continue to be astonished that this misogynist propagandising tripe continues to be deemed an appropriate output for public-service broadcasting.

Snapdragon // Posted 23 December 2011 at 20:51

The only "natural" realm is that of embodiment, also called by Merleau-Ponty, "the dimension of the flesh." Yet, as we reflect, we do not ourselves naturally access and live through our "natural" bodies...as our perceptions and sensibilities are relentlessly massaged and manicured. The temptation is to view "the body" as natural until and unless we "do something to it"...but the "we"--I, you, me--who "does to" has not escaped mediation of embodiment. So, while it is true and meaningful to assert I'm-body-meant, it is simultaneously true that we are colonized locales. Thus, in a way I have to if not disagree, at least amend the author's perspective, because "fakery" is itself no less mediated than is "naturalness"...and thus, the key strand is transcendent awareness of the dialectical unfoldment of body-selfhood. It is only to the degree that we are aware, that we cease being straightforwardly occupied. Occupy the body: catchy and not entirely effervescent...but tricky, as well. And rightly so.

Amanda McIndoe // Posted 26 December 2011 at 16:06

Snog, Marry, Avoid, it's really rather sneery and nasty isn't it? It's a big fat lie as well all this "naturel" make-up, for reasons I can't remeber I was once made-under by a cosmetic house who's speciality is "the naturel look". It took AGES. The amount of make-up needed in order to achieve that blemish free yet dewy finish was almost obscene. Twice as much as I normally would have worn. At least two different types of concelar, two different "skin illumintors" blusher, bronzer, "finishing powder", and three differnet shades of eye shadow that all have to be seamlessly blended.

Yet more disturbing were people's reactions to the make-under, namely "oh that suits you so much better". No it doesn't. It didn't reflect me as a person . I wear garish make-up because I like it, it reflects who I am much better. Other people prefer the naturel look because it fits in with the notion of how women are supposed to act, like demure fresh-faced ladies. Don't get me started on the whole "you'll never find a nice man looking like that" thing that this programme keeps trying to hammer home either..

Muppet // Posted 04 January 2012 at 17:12

It seems pretty ridiculous to me that you are deemed to be more attractive if you make yourself over to have the "natural" look than if you genuinely don't do anything to your face - it seems the look that is culturally desirable is not really natural at all, but demure. I always want to laugh when I see adverts for "natural-looking" make-up, as if you would even buy make-up in the first place if you genuinely liked the natural look on yourself.

Jaime // Posted 08 January 2012 at 17:02

I hate Snog, Marry & Avoid, I've seen a couple of episodes and it always seems like an excuse to take women, crush their spirit, call them names & change them for the approval of men, whether it be strangers on the street or their boyfriends who were obviously attracted by the way they looked but now want to change them into demure little ladies.

Katherine // Posted 08 February 2012 at 18:28

Muppet, I really like your comment. I never wear make-up because I think that I should be appreciated for being natural. TRULY natural. But this "natural" look that people try to achieve with make-up doesn't look natural at all; it looks like a doll. If you wanted to look natural why would you wear make-up at all? People obviously want to look better than natural but want to appear as if they haven't got any make-up on; that they are REALLY that beautiful naturally, which is obviously not true because no-one can be blemish-free and "shining" like that. What constitutes as "natural" beauty in today's world is looking like a plastic doll.

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Shona McCombes is an English literature student, a critical theory enthusiast and a chronic procrastinator. She enjoys interpretations more than facts and polemic more than apology. She would rather be a cyborg than a goddess

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