peter wrote:...constant exposure to all of the printed media that passes through the shop. The vacuousness of celebrity culture, the constant focus of the papers and magazines, how beauty just seems to effortlessly rise to the top in our society and ugliness gravitates to the bottom - and all regardless of worth. And no-one ever seems to question it, and how we all by into it.
I don't think that last sentence is right, though: I think you hear a lot of people questioning it, and from a variety of angles.
the way I strong reaction to thinking about 'the vacuousness of celebrity culture' is making me think, though..
I've been reviewing things I've said and thought about beauty, and noticing how unsympathetic I have been to people who chase after beauty or admit to following celebrities.
Oh, and I enjoyed your portrayal of a couple "blissfully unaware" of their lack of external beauty.
Sorus wrote:Back when I was six or so, I had a friend who had her own little makeup kit, and after applying the makeup, she would immediately scrub it off while reciting like a mantra, "You can't have beauty without pain, you can't have beauty without pain." I thought that was a bit messed up even back then - and while it clearly stuck in my mind, I hadn't thought about it in years..
Yeah, that would be unsettling.
When I was young, I very much wished that someone would tell me "all the secrets" that I needed to know for living my life.
(There HAD to be secrets that people knew and I didn't!)
I can see how that might have struck her as something that sounds "deep."
If someone says a thing is attainable, but has a high cost... well, way more believeable than the other way.
Otoh, now I am reminded of other perspectives about beauty that I got to hear around that very age, 6 or 7.
Rod Serling, William Shakespeare, and some archaology/anthropology book I got my hands on.
Serling:
"The Eye of the Beholder," one of a number of episodes of "The Twilight Zone" that haunted me - it was so confusing to me when I first saw it... but it made sure that "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" had meaning and was not going to seem like just a cliche.
Shakespeare:
Hamlet's dialogue with Ophelia is a bit over-the-top in its cynicism: "...the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness..." but man, the possibility that beauty could destroy honesty scared me good.
Archaology: Non-fiction book telling me that
ancient Mayans hung a tiny ball between their childrens' eyes so they would stare at it and become cross-eyed... and had their babies lie in wooden frames to shape their noses so they would be flat. Because they thought crossed eyes and flat noses were beautiful. Such a foreign idea could not fail to fascinate me.
In spite of all that, when I was about 9, magazine ads for products that promised wonderful hair and a beautiful appearance exerted a powerful influence on my imagination.
However, I was convinced that such things would be
expensive, and I knew my dad would not be okay with such a waste of money.
So I just imagined a list of which hair products I would try, and what colors of contact lenses... "sometime when I was older."
Within a year of that, I picked up a copy of "Bird Talk" magazine at a library book sale.
I quickly transferred my obsession for wanting to possess beauty to a long list of species of parrots I determined to own "when I grow up."
I was a weird child.
But I think... wow, those are some major influences that got me off that treadmill before it really got going. (That was a trip down memory lane!)