Its Every Girl for Herself in Bernice Bobs Her Hair Essay

Its Every Girl for Herself in Bernice Bobs Her Hair Picture a fragile glass merry-go-round, a menagerie, if you will, of adolescent social classes and structure. The animals revolve, always mindlessly following the one in front, each measuring his own height compared to his neighbors. If you fall short or fall behind, never fear, just throw a jagged rock and shatter Mr. Popularity in front, take his place, and the merry-go-round revolves still. There is no world outside, nothing matters more than this brittle status-seeking ambition and the taboos, requirements, and rewards that come with it. Every action is fair game, whatever it takes to achieve your supremacy is allowed and accepted. Fitzgeralds Bernice Bobs Her Hair,†¦show more content†¦Marjorie first displays this in her fickle attitude towards men. Regarding Warren, once the object of her affections, sometimes she seemed to reciprocate his feeling with a faint gratitude, but she had tried him by her infallible test and informed him gravely that she did not love him. (2 7); Warren had singularly been devoted to Marjorie for years, but he failed the test, and, like the pathetic boys at the dance, she pushed him to the sidelines. The test, interestingly enough, was that when she was away from him she forgot him and had affairs with other boys. (27). Warren just couldnt measure up to the competition, and Marjorie, exercising necessary social judgement, casually is willing to inform him gravely as such. She has no reason not to throw that rock and shatter his affections, because, after all, she has great heaps of mail... addressed to her in various masculine handwritings. (27) to fall back on. Bernice, Marjories sorta dopeless (27) cousin enters the scene. Boys reluctantly dance with her, until finally, what choice do they have but to break out the two by four and await her return, as the poor girl unsuspectingly occupies the ladies room. Warren strolls up, next in line for the death sentence named Bernice, and, when asking about the wooden beam, receives The two-by-four? Oh, this? This is a club. When she comes out Ill hit her on the head and knock her in again. (28). They certainly are a sweet bunch. WarrenShow MoreRelatedWhy I Am My Friend1240 Words   |  5 PagesBeep, beep, beep. In junior high, I woke up to this sound every morning at 5:30. It was always the same routine: wake up, shower, get dressed, blow dry and straighten my dysfunctional hair, put on makeup, eat breakfast, leave. I spent hours making sure I looked pretty so I could fit in. I felt as if I had to look good to be accepted by the people I called my friends. I was a part of the â€Å"popular group,† and I thought that was who I was. However, no matter how much makeup I put on or how many Hollister