The striking difference is that it's an urgent quest for perfection, which can become a life-long obsession. "I want Lindsay's nose, Jessica's teeth, Paris' eyes, Shakira's abs and Janet's boobs - no, Heidi's boobs," says Lynn, a 15-year-old. Now, doctors are no longer surprised when kids come in, clippings in hand, announcing, "I want to look like her."
Polly Miller was at a house party the other week. The hosts had a pull-up bar fixed across a doorframe. 'Look at this,' said Polly to some of her fellow partygoers, 'I can't pull myself up.' Much amused, she made a vain attempt to haul herself off the floor.
Five years after the unfathomable terror attacks on the United States, at least one truth has emerged: Reports of the death of irony were greatly exaggerated.
By NATASHA PEARLMAN THE well- dressed gaggle of middleclass ladies quaffing champagne and chatting animatedly would not look out of place in Claridge's or the Ritz.