There's so many issues I could (attempt to) discuss when it comes to the notion of perfection - 'notion' being the operative word. The first image to come to mind is women's magazines. Whether it's a story about diets, skincare or a column on the next page about the perception of perfect and why we shouldn't succumb to it - we're obsessed.
More often than I notice the media portraying an idea of perfection, I hear/read people
On one hand, perfection is seen as this unobtainable idea that women resent. On the other, it's something we're all kind of obsessed about. Nobody's perfect, everybody's perfect, I've lost interest in the word. Take a look at this blog post, for example. It's far from perfect, but it is perfectly nonsensical.
As I write this, I happen to be listening to the late and great Gary Moore. Coincidentally, he's pretty much my summary of perfection. After all, if we've all got our own definition of perfect nailed,that's all that matters - even if we don't find it in ourselves.