Friday, March 16, 2012
Looking at Ourselves . . .
Lisa at AmidPrivilege writes honestly and thoughtfully about the move from Pretty to Fierce after being spurred to think about the issue after Duchesse's piece on how Plain might dress to be Attractive (and, for better or for worse, we're talking about physical attractiveness, acknowledging, I hope and believe, that there are certainly other elements we find attractive in a person: wit, generosity, warmth, humour, intelligence, etc.).
I did some musing of my own here in my last post about the value of, and discomfort in, gazing at my own reflection, constructing my own self-representation, wondering at the age I see in my face through the camera lens, in the mirror. And coincidentally, IndigoAlison finds herself "whinging" (but she really isn't, much) about her aging image, and Hostess Lesley frets a bit about a photo of what she calls a "fat moment" but which her readers will see as a wonderful image of a happy, elegant, attractive woman with her aged mother, both obviously celebrating their love and good fortune.
I'm following the various overlapping conversations with avid interest as well as with some frustration about the limitations of the medium that hosts them. Glad that we're sharing our thoughts and revelations and sense of loss and also reassurances about wisdom gained. Disappointed, too, though, that the conversation tends to erupt in bursts but to peter out in a few days because, understandably, we can't be back and forth checking for responses, building on them, challenging each other constructively. I realize how fortunate I have been in the graduate school seminars I've participated in, especially, and I wish sometimes for sustained cohesive discussions in which a topic could build momentum and rigor. Is that just me?
And, in a demonstration of what I'm talking about, I play dilettante, introducing my reservations and then abandoning further (or rigorous) consideration of them, simply because I have much to do and I've used up my blogging time for the day. I'm leaving you with this treasured shot of two of my maternal aunts, perhaps in their early 20s, both wearing coats they would have made themselves as they were very talented seamstresses. I downloaded the photo from a Facebook Family Heritage group one of my cousins recently established and although it's been scanned from an old photo and is clearly limited, digitally, I love it. Both aunts are gone now, Eileen, on the right, having passed away last year at 90. And here's me, 60 next year, studying my face in the mirror, in photographs, and peering at my aunts' young selves to find myself there as well.
We're off to see Wim Wenders' Pina this evening, should all go as planned, and then tomorrow we have tickets to The Barber of Seville. Hope you're up to something fun this weekend or, at the very least, have some lovely restorative quiet time.
Meanwhile, you know I always love to hear your response to my muddled thinking. . .