A girl walks down the street in her favorite dress: it's a brown satin dress with a sweetheart neckline and goes down to mid-thigh. Along with the dress, she's also wearing thin tights and a pair of Rag & Bone booties that she bought on permission from Bloomingdales to treat herself for doing so well on her midterms last semester. He is twenty years old, in his third year of college and studying medicine to one day become a doctor. She is thin and blonde with blue eyes. On her way to class, she crosses the park where a group of men who work in construction call out to her. They shout about how wonderful she is and how cute she is. The young woman doesn't know what else to do, so she smiles at the loud remarks. The men shout so loudly that a group of women hear these comments about the girl's appearance and look at her with disgust in their eyes. The women whisper to each other where this young woman's parents had to teach her how to dress and behave like a lady. The girl continues walking, the voices fade into the distance and she continues towards the organic chemistry laboratory. She is happy with the comments she just received because she was happy with the way she looked. She had been on the road to reviving her health, having had a heart attack her freshman year of college from taking poor care of herself, and had just lost about a hundred pounds that could have contributed to her death at any time. The compliments started coming her way when she walked down the street after losing about sixty pounds. She is proud of the changes she has made to her lifestyle and continues to think about what positive decisions she might make in the future as she walks through the two big white doors of organic chemistry... middle of paper.... ..In the end, it seems like so much of who we are is based on how we look and how we do things. How we do these things influences how we perceive ourselves. It all depends on how much these appearances matter and to whom they matter most. The fantasy of being someone we are not and seeing how much we can embrace these roles is a constant theme in Vincent's collection of essays. We think highly of celebrities and admire them because they are good at pretending to be other people. Vincent acknowledges this at the end when he talks about how he resists the “temptation of Hollywood” (“Journey's End” 296). Being someone else intrigues us, as curious human beings, and makes some of us think we want to be other people. The master of disguise, Norah Vincent, seems to want to find a disguise that she can keep permanently until "death" ("Journey's End” 296).