A woman blow-dries her hair—an ordinary act heavy with repetition, expectation, and pressure. These are moments I’ve lived countless times, where beauty routines become quiet rituals of conformity. In this private space, selfhood can slip, giving way to despair and the sheer effort of survival. As she lifts the blow dryer—almost weapon-like—she faces the same impossible expectations women navigate every day. Ordinary, unbearable, and deeply human.