I’ve written before about how I’m not good at the self disclosure “thing.” However, in the case of my long absence from the blog, disclosure seems appropriate if not actually necessary.
In June, my 92-year-old father passed away; the father from whom I had been estranged for most of my life. As his only child, what I have come to think of as “the aftermath,” fell to me.
I’m fine, just experiencing some culture shock after spending almost a month in a hotel, in the Midwest. I need a bit of a rest.
I’ll return in the fall, to curate, to show, opinionate, and periodically rant, once again.
In the meantime, make the very best of your summer and, don’t forget to persist.
Wired For Beauty
“Why do women hate their bodies so much?” This question appeared in my twitter feed yesterday, another discussion about women and our attitudes towards beauty and our bodies. A topic of discussion that’s been around forever and it’s never going away. We don’t hate our bodies, we’re “wired” for beauty.
Aristotle noted that “personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.”
The typical “women and their bodies” discussion usually covers things like: the influence of media on the development of beauty standards, unrealistic expectations, and double standards. But there’s another key component to the discussion that many of us do not want to dwell on.
We are wired this way, we can’t help it. Babies react to beautiful faces more positively than they do to the less attractive, and
“mothers tend to give more attention to their most attractive children, who then exhibit better traits and more socialized behavior than their less attractive siblings.”
As we all know, women with big eyes and breasts, and an hour-glass figure are considered the most attractive. (Read some more interesting and quirky things about human attraction here.)
It’s seems cruel, doesn’t it, being born with the predisposition to discriminate so early and so deeply? But there it is. Because this is true though, I’ve come to believe that most of us don’t really hate our bodies the way we are lead to believe.
We don’t hate our bodies so much as we love what the people with beautiful bodies have.
I’ve talked about how fashion is aspirational before, but when we look at Bella Hadid does anyone really wish they could look exactly like her? What we want, what we ever wanted was the life we imagine her having. Not only is fashion aspirational but life in general is.
Helter Skelter Give Me Shelter
I’m very helter skelter today. I’m foggy around the edges, it’s after 10:00 and I haven’t even read my email yet. I’m pushing myself to finish this post by noon for God’s sake! I had a job interview yesterday, and I’m not at all sure it went well.
How do you present yourself when you’re 61 and feeling a bit like a jaded, would be intellectual, citizen of the world who is hard to “get” at best?
How do you continue to pursue dreams that really are just privileged white girl goals and not the simple needs of most other people, everywhere? Give me shelter…
Kate Spade committed suicide Tuesday, at the age of 55, and I feel surprisingly sad about it. I say surprisingly because I didn’t know her, I didn’t really know that much about her, and I didn’t even particularly like her bags.
But she was a pioneer in the fashion business, and she always looked awfully kind to me.
I’m sad because she suffered from an illness that has plagued me and many members of my family and my extended family, my friends, for as long as I can remember.
Then I read that her sister said Kate’s suicide was, “not unexpected.” While I would never fault anyone
Living in Glass Houses
Has it all blown over? Is it alright for me to come out and tell you what I thought about Michelle Wolf and the disingenuous reaction to her appearance at the White House Correspondence Dinner?
Have we already moved on to this week’s “pearl clutching” incident? You see, it took me this long to stop seething. But now I’m here to say, you failed me America.
WASHINGTON, DC – APRIL 28: Comedian Michelle Wolf attends the Celebration After the White House Correspondents’ Dinner hosted by Netflix’s The Break with Michelle Wolf on April 28, 2018 in Washington, DC. (Photo by Tasos Katopodis/Getty Images for Netflix)
“People who live in glass houses should not throw stones,” unless of course, their name is Michelle Wolf.
We are all living in glass houses these days, it’s the modern modus operandi. Whether you’re Chrissy Teigen on Twitter or Look For The Woman on Instagram, most of us, to some extent or another, are living within the confines of a glass box of our own making.
So when Michelle Wolf showed up to throw stones at the house that is the White House Correspondence Dinner, no one, I mean no one should have been surprised. Like so many, I’m asking “What did you expect?”
Soft pedaling from a woman whose HBO Special publicity shot was a picture of her walking away from an inferno of her own making?
Did you think she was one of you, and that she was going to spare you? And if you did, why? The Right Wing’s disgust with the Washington Elite does not mean