A year without beauty treatments and the lessons one woman learned

"The Beauty Experiment," by Phoebe Baker Hyde.
"The Beauty Experiment," by Phoebe Baker Hyde. (From the book jacket)
Posted: April 01, 2013

The Beauty Experiment

By Phoebe Baker Hyde

DaCapo. 256 pp. $16


Reviewed by Katie Haegele


At the beginning of The Beauty Experiment, Phoebe Baker Hyde describes a fairly typical modern lady experience:

She spends too much money on a dress for a stupid holiday party, looks and feels bad in it, and is left disgusted by the amount of work she's expected to do to herself just to look acceptable, especially since she feels inadequate all the time anyway.

We've all been there, but most people don't take that pain and anger and make something from it. It's always interesting to see what happens when someone does.

Hyde is a white American woman living in Hong Kong with her Chinese American husband and their new baby. As it turns out, her frustration wasn't just about the bad dress. She was angry with her husband for playing the important businessman while she spent most of her time alone with a baby, trying during naptime to write a novel.

Furthermore, it had dawned on her that things like under-eye concealer served to, well, conceal the truth about her mental and physical health, which took a beating after her daughter's birth. She wanted to be her authentic self, to live a life that felt more fulfilling and less frustrating.

So she dropped out. For one year she would use shampoo, deodorant, soap, a toothbrush and a hairbrush - the most basic tools for social appropriateness - but no makeup of any kind, no jewelry, no hairstyling equipment, and no depilatory for the removal of body hair. In a less systematic way she also scaled back on her clothing options and, in a frenzy that might have seemed less crazy if it had been rendered in blank verse and included in Sylvia Plath's Ariel poems, covered every mirrored wall in their fancy apartment with wrapping paper.

In addition to reporting on her personal experiment, the author conducted an informal survey of about 450 women on their sense of obligation toward maintaining appearances. The resulting book is by turns insightful, troubling, and really rather useful.

So what did Hyde learn? To a certain extent, she saw that, by bending the rules of social behavior in her group, she cast herself outside it. Without chitchat about shopping and spa treatments, she soon found she had little to say to her fellow striving expats. Worse, there was one impeccable woman who shunned her for seemingly no reason other than Hyde's unfussed-over appearance, her outgrown Sun-In streaks and hairy legs.

The Beauty Experiment is about femaleness, of course, but it's also about some of the places where gender overlaps with race, class, culture, and circumstance. Part of Hyde's problem is cultural dislocation: As a broad-boned white person attempting to buy clothing in Hong Kong, she can't find much that fits, let alone flatters her, and her sense of herself as appropriately "feminine" is constantly challenged.

She also begins to map her pettier personal problems onto the more troubled female realities she sees around her. In the space between the modern high rise where she lives with her family and the auto body repair shop next door, she encounters a homeless woman living in a little structure made out of cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and tire retreads. This woman, dubbed Blue-Flower Shirt, wears the same clothes every day. Taking note, Hyde hatches a plan to use the money she'll save on beauty treatments (or beauty "work," as she sometimes calls it) on charitable giving, instead.

At the outset of her experiment she seems unaware of the full extent of the pain she's in, and how like self-abnegation that experiment is. In one memorable early scene she visits a unisex Hong Kong salon called Squiffy with the stated purpose of getting a "man-cut" that would require no upkeep, but at home later she "savagely" cuts off the sideburns the hairdresser had left with a pair of nail scissors, nicking her ear.

Happily, Hyde is bright and engaging, with a novelist's gift for depicting social nuances with precision and wit. On the day of the party, the aforementioned mean lady opened her door to Hyde and feigned delight, "her eyebrows trying to climb her face in dismay, but being held down by hostessing willpower." Hyde's reaction? "Half-moons burned under my eyes where concealer should have been." These moments are funny for the same reason the salon scene hurts: because they're so near the bone. Ultimately, Hyde's true project is documenting an inner voice of shame, self-criticism, and cruelty, the same one that lives inside the mind of every woman you know.

By the book's end, Hyde earns a truer understanding of beauty, the most obvious result of an experiment like this. But she also finds peace by rejiggering her own priorities, and learns to appreciate ritual and myth and their functions in the larger social sphere we're all a part of, whether we like it or not. It's a fine transformation to watch. You could even call it beautiful.


Katie Haegele is the author of "White Elephants: On Yard Sales, Relationships, and Finding Out What Was Missing."

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