I am really disappointed at the state of beauty nowadays. There are two flipsides to beauty that permeates in the modern age--one that is hidden and the other that is not, but either are intensely disgusting. It might just be my sole opinion though, and not shared by others. Okay, okay, that's true and I verily have to learn that not everyone shares my opinion. My boyfriend most certainly doesn't, and while I can't fault him for that, much to my chagrin...it still...irks me a bit. Anyway, onto the reason why I'm writing this blog: nudity, porn, the modeling industry and the American Dream...
Okay.
Not that last part, but I think it has everything to do with the perverse way that the American culture prohibits/condones sex. Like: you can watch near porn acts on television, but if you try to teach high schoolers proper sexual behavior, the parents, MAAD and other PC-organizations get steaming mad. You can't have it both ways, people!
Alright, so I'm watching MTV and VH1, and slowly feeling like my brain cells are dying and I realized, nobody cares about beauty as it used to be. No, I can hear the echo of thousand 'd'uhs', but it's true, and in our desensitization of watching television, paying attention to the media-driven machine, we seem to have forgotten what real beauty is, and now worship venerable walking strippers and porn stars. Rock of Love, Flavor of Love and Real Chance at Love are poor examples, but then again, they are probably the best examples to show how fucked up the US of A has become. These shows, or the channels that these shows are on rather, were the leaders of the entertainement industry. They spoke to the disenfranchised youth, the loners, the nerds and the punk-rock-wannabes. They spoke to a generation of whose parents could no understand. And if we are to still hold those above stated facts as true, then don't these channels still reflect the youth of today: the 'ME' mentality that permeates the generation of our parents and ourselves and even our younger siblings.
Teeny-boppers are now dressing like they're twenty-year-olds, sexual deviancy is condoned, teachers sleeping with barely legal students and getting off easy for it. All kinds of random craziness and it's like everything's going to hell. People have lost their values and have lost their moral compass, but then sometimes...I think people never had moral compasses in the first place and that 'JESUS' was just a pipe dream. Beauty is stripped naked, dashed with hot oil, teased up to look like a burned-out hooker with bleached blonde hair and a disproportionate figure, and people were harping about how bad Barbie is to their children?
In my mind's eye, I see what beauty used to be. I see beauty as a woman's power, I see it as one of her many mysteries, bespeaking of power and authority in the most simple gestures. Forgive me if I think of a Geisha or a cocubine. These women were beauty to me. They didn't let you see their secrets, they never looked ruffle, they never showed you anymore skin then what you deserved and they never, never, never did it out in public where they will forever be immortalized as that "chick that showed everyone her boobs at Mardi Gras". No, no, when you think of Geisha, you automatically have a romanticized view of what their lives were like, of the polished woman that was educated and could match wits with any man, who could be both confidante and sexual mistress.
Nowadays, you don't find that. You find bimbos with huge boobs parading around as if this is what makes them appealing and unfortunately, it is. By today's standards anyway. You can find strip clubs, where even the dances are even alluring anymore. And these horrible dances, where the woman opens her legs wide and shows a man everything and leaves NOTHING to the imagination, are what draws people--men--flocking to these sinfilled meccas to waist both precious time and money, on hoes. There. I said it. Hoes. Because nothing good is EVER thought about strippers and the like. When you think of concubines, you think of the Arabic beauties that charmed their men with their sultry dances, with their ability to wrestle mentality and sway their men to their points-of-view with their mastery of wit. Instead, men are too busy wanting to have their shit handed to them instead of working for it.
This world saddens me.
(BTW, I said strip clubs, not gentlemen's clubs...there is a BIG difference between the two....well, actually...not really as one is just a higher class of tittie bar...in the end though, they're just tittie bars).
Anyway, I have many things to discuss on this issue. MAybe it's my own insecurities...Maybe, I really do have a green-eyed monster wanting to take me in its fold and pervert my sight. Who knows?
I rememeber watching the movie Serenity and its television show, Firefly, and seeing the character of Imara. Now, she wasn't my favorite (I liked Wash, Shepherd Book, Jayne and Kaylee), but I did admire her. She wasn't the prettiest on the show (that honor goes to Gina Torres), but she had a subtle beauty that she added to the character because of the fact that the character of Imara had the intelligence, knowledge and capability of a woman trained in her craft and didn't just give it up easily. No, no, there were morals and principles that needed to be upheld and that's what made her a galaxy-famous Companion. She didn't just give it up to the men, and women, that she catered to, she let them wait for it, charmed them, made them want her services, and even want her as a person because of what she presented and how she presented. She left much to the imagination and let her client's minds do the rest.
In the old days, these women were the only ones that were educated. In the old days, these women were worshipped as being sacred to the gods. In the old days, these women--while not always being respected--knew how to command power.
LEt's take for instance, the late Eartha Kitt. Even to this day, when you see pictures of her from her youth 'til now, the woman had spunk, she had pizazz, she had all of the makings of a mondern Geisha, and point blank, she didn't let it all hang out for the world to see. She charmed men with her inner beauty as well as her outer beauty. She commanded her lovers, charmed her haters and made herself a much loved figure amongst fans and critics alike. Women should aspire to her image. Should erect her as the modern day Venus because in my mind, that's what beauty was. She was flirtatious and promiscuous, but she never let herself be defined by it. She let people see her as a foul-mouthed smartass, but also knew how to peruse the murky waters of life and public opinion to become a star known for her talent and not just her personal life.
And this doesn't come from the mouth of a Conservative Christian, or anything like that. This comes from someone who is tired of those girls who are clearly whorish and skanks and low-class getting good men and then turning said good men into asshats because the dumb-ass-testerone-driven-morons can't let go of easy pussy. Now, I'm not saying that a woman can't have sex, be sexual, sensual or even promiscuous if that's her thing, but have some class, and the unfortunate thing that also comes into play with my disguntled blog about beauty is culture and culturalism that often make people believe one thing being true for one person is, unfortunately believed, to be true for everyone.
For example: I suppose most people who view me see me as an African-American. Fair enough, the bulk of my blood is African-American. I profess proudly that I am an American of African-descent. HOWEVER, I refuse to not acknowledge that my father is a mixed breed with Puerto Rican, German, Hebrew, Scottish and Cherokee Indian. My mother's family is Black and Cherokee Indian. If you looked at me, you could clearly tell that I was mixed with something because if I weren't I wouldn't be considered 'light-skinned'. Although, unlike the BULK of my people, I don't think that certain things are beautiful like a girl with a fat ass or big breasts. I personally think that a girl or guy with multiple piercings, tattoos and what not are cute, gorgeous, beautiful. I've found myself falling more so for the odd looking guy with multi-colored hair, mohawks, fauxhawks, spikes, shaved heads, gadged ears and other such oddities. Guys who were probably the craziest looking bunch who's short a few apples from a full tree.
I've dated a Satanist, a goth who was in ROTC, fell for a pothead, an Irishmen, a German, a half-Thai who was into a partial rock culture, and others. I've even entertained the idea of getting with a girl named Sarah, with--of course--multi-colored hair. So, my idea of beauty is different: corsets, torn jeans, fishnets, studded gloves and jackets, all kinds of weird, funky things, Afrocentric things, bondage pants, all kinds of things like that. But regardless, even with these things, I hold to my same standard. Hell, it might even be that I'm a Libra-y Libra, and that I'm feeling the pains of not being in my own apartment and being able to do the things that I'd usually do to keep myself to what I believe is beautiful for me as a person. I'm at my boyfriend's house and there are things I know I can't do, like take a 30 minute shower, or occupy the bathroom for an hour because that's what I do: I clean, then I dress, I apply make-up, I apply accessories if necessary, I apply lotions perfume and the like, then I check to make sure the over all look is good before slipping on my shoes and being off.
Who knows?
I'm just disappointed, and it probably also has something to do with disappointment at my boyfriend for his obviously horrible choices in females before me. I guess, because they've all been pretty (except for the hood-rats that I've heard aout), but really damn selfish and just...hoebags (<- it's the best I could think of), and it makes me wonder if that's why he got with me because I'm some kind of undercover 'hoebag'? I don't know.
Whatever.
/rant
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