Hair Extensions Won’t Save The Modern Rapunzel

Hair extensions and expensive shampoo might not find your man, but Austen will writes Alex Simmons

As I once again retire to my ivory tower, or rather my apartment on the fourth floor, I look out my window to see but another possible suitor across the street. Why he doesn’t look up at me, I wonder, as he strolls casually by. Is it because of how I look, I question, as I survey myself in the mirror with a fine toothed comb. Or is it because of where I live, in average furnishings and a moderate city block? And now I think to myself, is the modern world so frustratingly bound to physical appearance rather than personal depth? Or is it my reclusive nature and timid personality that restrains me from racing down the stairs and potentially entering into my own fairytale?

For the adult population of the modern world, in particularly males, the possibility that fairytales and happy endings still exist seems to be a fanciful notion. Perhaps I am a child at heart or more likely delusional in the hope that such “fabrications” of reality that struck a par with me as a young girl do exist in the contemporary world. And whilst years of seemingly perfect yet failed relationships, contradictory evidence and vindictive and damning opposition stack up against me, I still earnestly believe in the literary complex of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet and into my happy ending. But what if there is the possibility that simply waiting for Prince Charming is not the key to a happy ending? Contemporary women are not forced into chambers guarded by vicious dragons or put under spells that can only be broken by the kiss of their one true love but rather they are bound by ingrained social expectations that prohibit them from realising their happy ending. And with the modern man being so intent on mediocrity, there is only one