The Moment Of Recognition

I notice afresh the new censorship,
of coded images of human sexuality
that have always existed in real life
through major barriers being erected
where in the online life that was once
the liberal, prermissive, new frontier
the old media is repeating itgself
and reclaiming old majoratist claims
to be the only life that should exist.

I don't mind this-the past is always witrh us.
But it reminds of the moment of recognition
in the film 'The Stepford Wives' where the wife
who was new to the perfect picket fence life
in the suburb recognises the uniform  falseness
in her new friends' lives after one of them breaks down,
and admits how all of them are married to plastic surgeons
for whom it is integral to their married life that as wives
they have to be perfect in their outward appearance at all times.

That the demand for such a continuous outward state of perfection
cannot be sustained without a lot of self deception should be obvious.