Women are generally believed to be luckier than man. And while that might seem like quite a harmless innuendo in ‘celebrating’ the fairer sex, the underlying reason for such belief is one more conveniently serving the causes of men. For attributing luck to a woman is most often a ploy in overlooking and even nullifying the actualities through which that lucky something has been afforded. The case presents as one of manifesting success rather than working towards its achieving, of which reeks definitely then an assertion of the charms far outwitting the idea of competence.
This might sound like a not so contemporary version of reality- a once very prominent have-been that is now slowly eroding in essence because of all progressiveness indeed. Not yet though, at least not wholly, since the trend currently hot in its happening is one resonating in this very vibe of the ‘just got lucky’ expression. The premise seems to be all smiles and sparkles and the narrative as essentially encompassing all elements of significance ranging from choice to confidence and all such presentations of the ‘new age woman’. But imbuing still this portrait of the resplendent and the magical and the promising in unintended ulteriority perhaps is this very bias that has been dictating- and decimating the worth of women since forever.
What we are elaborating on up till this point might seem to have no bearing whatsoever in revealing the actual agenda of this discussion. After all, the very charismatic sparks of hope and success and therefore many a last laughs that does the character of the latest TikTok fad of the Lucky Girl Syndrome does not harbour much scope for skepticism to seep in. It is but all inspiring and ambitious and desirable a facade of the dreams rendered real indeed through a magical route of working even when the regard for this way in realising strikes at least initially as somewhat superficial. But playing as it does through the positive parlance of good thoughts and happy beliefs and resolute affirmation and the lucky assertion feels to be more real than mere luck.
And that perhaps is the irony of it, of commanding an outcome so realistic that renders it beyond the fancies holding it up. Manifesting one’s thoughts and desires to achieve exactly the thing they aspire for might seem more like sorcery than an occurrence of the stars aligning just right to make things fall into place. Either way though, in the former projection in darkness or the latter representation in celestial light, the enthusiastic validation of fate derides almost exclusively the effort that strikes as a more feasible proposition in making things happen. Even without weighing the terms of how success measured in terms of hard work and perseverance and dedication feels more rewarding than one attributable to the sheer stroke of good luck, this whole naivity of the Lucky Girl Syndrome expresses in even more appallingness in once again submitting to the ‘established’ parallelity of the fortuned and the female.
The syndromic occurring of what brings luck unto a lady isn’t anything excessively profound. It in fact is very simple a belief in the universally recognised power of positivity- one that derives upon that idea of being mindfully positive to enthuse life as well with this rewarding attribute of spirited goodness. Affirming and asserting then the power of the mind to script a course of life that necessarily dwells in the exact spaces of one’s vying is the proposition attending to this cause of ushering in lady luck into the lives of (not only) the ladies themselves.
Such ascribing or subscribing to the lores of luck, while being a favourable flourish in some counts of expression tends to assume the unnecessary frills of exaggeration by usurping any rightful claim that actual working towards a goal have upon its achieving. This then disputes the very sweet taste that success is thought to be savoured in, feeding into it instead with a nozzle of nostrum, the real flavor of which then occurs as too unfamiliar to be enjoyable. With the personal ‘touch’ pretty much done away with and all of it boiling down to the might of the mind, success feels easy and therefore somewhat overhyped in not being so much an availing out of real effort.
But that isn’t even the only trope through which the Lucky Girl Syndrome comes to be not so lucky in its character. Sure, much like every other TikTok trend that finds all popularity on account of whatever reason it was fanned in, this current serving of hotness too is all the rage with the lucky girls on the platform. Consider in depth though the problematic assertions of such working and finding yourself favourably placed in this make-believe world of the fancies emerges more and more as a version of reality that you would rather reject.
For all its exclusive, uncompromising advancement of positivity as the only way through which life needs to find fulfilment, this trend ends up showing symptoms of the toxicity that too much of everything, positivity included, is entailing of. Toxic positivity sounds like an impossible idea that clubs together two contrasting almost expressions and is regarded therefore as a nonreal representation. But it is exactly through such winding along the corridors of the unacknowledged that the ills of excessive positivity hold their ground of considerable reach, with existences suffering in an account of the lesser knowns and therefore marching all over through the map of malignance while spewing toxicity in the most unassuming alleys along that route.
The definite presence of toxic positivity curating one fore of the Lucky Girl Syndrome might itself be a bit exaggerated as well. For positive affirmations is not any myth and believing that you can is a fair enough trait for success to flaunt. The problem though is the exclusive assertion and exertion of this idea in positivity that has it acquiring thus a character of negativity. Being so devoted to one stance in expressing and proclaiming to abide by its ideals no matter what is but orthodoxism indeed. And in rejecting through this absolute bestowing of all faith on one idea the other as valid assertion of reality, one disrespecting then their own being by enforcing the superiorly perceived singularity in dictating affairs.
Furthering then one’s practice in this set mechanism of excessive positivity, even as part of a ‘fun’ trend in and beyond the real belief of what it spurs amounts to a greater negligence- one that restricts the nature of reality to only such extents as can be feasible to explore within the dimensioned momentariness of dreams. It renders those jumping on this bandwagon of a magical promise ‘obsolete’ in the living pursuit that they need to further anyway, since it makes them emerge as representatives of the truth that the threat of ignorance being bliss harbours for real. Happily removed then from the not so rosy reveals of reality that does not dig so deep into the farce of luck to extract definite fortune out of that pitchhole of all sparkles would be the Luckies of the TikTok universe failing to find their foot somewhere in the pothole infested path of life.
The whys and hows of the toxicity permeating this unduly stressed stretch of the purported goodness of the colloquial ‘B+’ mantra in living itself occurs in a greatly expansive arena of separate telling. Consider it the in the additional context of flunking the real test of capability and skill by relying heavily on the workings of felicity to construe a notion of success meant to be through manifestation and these colliding ideas of problematic individuality throws across a barrage of such intentions none of which are healthy in their tendency to hover on the horizon in all commanding of attention.
Despite such placement in psychological premonitions of physical happening, this syndrome by virtue of its very occurring as a TikTok trend has courted all popularity. Manifesting then an own way to success so that it imbibes in itself the very nature of what it professes has meant that the Lucky Girl Syndrome has managed to project itself as a specimen of its positing. That is enough confidence in establishing through which the trend has found itself reeling its way to glory. Quite frankly, the trend expresses also in a congenial character- of perking up the realisation of success in much fun. And unless one is willing to read too much into it by transcending the awareness of its trending identity likely to fade away into a fad, the Lucky Girl Syndrome does not pose so much of a problem.
Indeed it helps also that positive affirmation is a longstanding belief in the pursuance of success. And while methodical evidence and scientific literature about this exposition is not so coveted nor so commonly available, maintaining a positive mindset has more or less enjoyed the psychological edge in being reasonably resplendent with the more conducive views of living. An availing out of the arena of assumption theory or the attraction law or more magically the method of manifestation- all of them vying for that same spot of sweet success, the Lucky Girl Syndrome does reasonably well in achieving what it sets out to.
A success rate of an overwhelming count to account for its credibility compounded by the generally empowering, inspiring tones of what flows through this narrative might make the Lucky Girl Syndrome standout in its own assertion. But it also would be in this staggering rendition of what makes it supposedly worth all the tries of its ‘integrity’ that exposes also the fallible nature of this trend. It does not take long indeed for the magics and therefore the too good to be true everytime realness of luck to reveal and wean away therefore its charms so that one finds themselves falling prey to another syndrome of similar alluding but apparently vibing more to the negatives of its evoking.
It would be in this parallel reference of what it might occur as the Impostor Syndrome that the Lucky Girl Syndrome loses it out in terms of its characteristic appeal. With the charms of luck out of the picture, it is only obvious that the trend struggles to live up to its image of popular portraying. As the realisation dawns in whether of luck not being so very real as it is held to be in assurance of its continuity or in the even more startling revelation of luck impostering as the deserving candidate leading to success, the algorithm of the TikTokian need to go viral would stand naked and exposed. And so would the careful construct of the universally appealing promise nestled in the fairydust sprinkled nebula of sparkling magic, berating therefore the unrealistic attribution of positivity to that very luck it currently celebrates as part of its identity nestled in ignorants’ paradise.
