Someone I didn’t know, with whom I had been talking to for around twenty minutes, asked me to write articles for a website, in exchange for a certain amount of money (or apples? …no specific currency was ever mentioned). I didn’t accept, for multiple reasons: The whole thing was suspicious, I’m not a professional writer, it had to be written in italian, and most importantly, the subject was -literally as the person said it- Girly (fashion, relationships, makeup, and other given definitions I don’t remember). Laughter.
I don’t even know where to start…
Perhaps I could start saying that reading the violent book passages in American Psycho was equally dreadful for me as reading the passages where the author engages on extremely detailed descriptions of clothing and designers. The first, disturbing; the second, boring. (This is not my analysis of the book, just a comparison that simply came to my mind at this moment).
Or maybe I can comment that high heels are big enemies of mine; in them, I look like Bambi learning to walk. And I can’t help to wonder why and why would women (and possibly certain men too) want to pursue a nearly tip-toe standing position that unbalances the evolutionary achieved equilibrium of the skeleton? Not to mention the fact that, while walking, you -or I- have to skillfully maintain that position and avoid ending up with your -or my- knees touching the ground while at it.
Also in the same subject, in case someone might think “oh, she must be tall, if she wasn’t, she’d love high heels”, I’ll say that I’m as tall as 1.62 m.
The fact that I will only mention the word relationships talks by itself.
Now let’s address makeup. I’ve worn makeup like three times in my life, two of those times because I was
forced talked into it by my sister. What if it is a little shadowy under your eyes, or why if the sun has been a little unkind with your skin, or what if your eyelashes are not 5 cm long, or what if you have a little scar somewhere? I know some people, women exactly, that look like a completely different person when seen without makeup. Why would you want to cover yourself so much that you end up not looking like yourself? …I don’t know if nail polish is included inside the makeup category, but I don’t do that either, I like my natural pink and white looking nails.
Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify that I don’t look like Chewbacca. I’m pro-white teeth and pro-peelings, I have a minor obsession with plucking my eyebrows, I do like pretty cloth (dresses included) and shoes, I brush my hair sometimes… I like looking nice; but not at expenses of what a given society thinks is beautiful. Anytime, I will choose natural freckles over a fake flawless skin look, and comfortable shoes over death traps.
Beauty is subjective, and along with fashion, they both change with time, location, and the observer. And even if resistance to certain beauty practices is growing with the new generations, I will give some examples… Look at the long neck women of the Kayan tribes in Burma and Thailand, the XVIII century’s white wigs fashion in European influenced countries, the teeth blackening of traditional Vietnamese tribes, the foot binding custom in China, the plastic surgery boom worldwide (artificially smaller or bigger anti-gravity, anti-genes and/or anti-age body parts), the Japanese Geishas, etc.
Modesty apart, I may not be Girly, but I’m a beautiful woman nonetheless.
Oh, and no offense was intended… I bet Chewie is handsome for someone out there, and for himself.