Essay on I Am a Victim of Advertising

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I Am a Victim of Advertising You could call me a shop-a-holic, as most of my friends do, but I call myself a lover of fashion. Sitting in my room, I look in my closet at all my belongings and wonder what else I want to buy. Abercrombie, Guess, J Crew, Armani Exchange, Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, and Banana Republic are just a few of the name-brand items that clutter my room. And I want more. I've never stopped to question whether I'm getting what I'm paying for, though I've always been a "smart" shopper, a sale shopper. But, as I learn more about my future field, marketing, I realize that I am a victim of advertising. All the things I want and buy are influenced by what magazines, television, and other advertisers tell me I…show more content…
The cover has "500 Summer Must-Haves" or "5 Minutes of Crunches to get those Hard Abs" or "10 New Hair Styles that Will Drive the Boys Crazy" strewn across in bold bright colors. By reading all these tips to fashion and beauty, girls are sucked into buying products they think will help them become beautiful. Makeup, hair accessories, jewelry, and especially clothes are all being sold to young girls through magazines. Without these things, no girl thinks she will be popular or lovely. As I progressed to high school, advertising became an even bigger influence. Boys began to notice girls in high school, and all the girls wanted to look good to "get" a guy. Since the girls knew that boys were enamored by HOT looking models, what were girls to do but imitate that look? I remember scanning magazines with my friends and trying to get my hair to be shinier, my figure to be better, and my eyes to sparkle with makeup. We believed it all and went to CVS or to the mall to try to find the products the magazines had shown us. We watched TV to find out where those products were or if anything new was out. The looks of the movie stars were also a model of the looks we hoped we could get. I cannot even count the number of useless products my friends and I bought to better our appearances, all of which were expensive. It was all pushed by what magazines promised would work. The clothing in high school differed greatly from that in
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