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Is beauty necessary?

[Author’s note:  This is the next in a series of writing challenges first proposed to me by Leslie Farnsworth.  Leslie has organized and expanded the challenge to include a larger group of excellent blog writers.  Once per month, one member of the group will propose a topic and we will all give our own unique take on the subject.  This latest installment was proposed by Rebecca Harvey.  You may want to look at the other bloggers listed below to see what they came up with:]

My thinking on this topic began with meditating on the topic of beauty itself.  Why does it exist in the first place?  Why are some things beautiful and some things ugly and how do we make the distinction?

We all have our preferences in life.  No matter what the subject is, no matter how public or personal, we know what we like and what we don’t like.  Generally these things have to do with the more basic and primal aspects of our being.  Those aspects that determine our survival.

Throughout evolution the beauty aspect has helped the individual find that member of the opposite gender that presented the best possible chance that one’s offspring would not only survive but prosper.  As environmental conditions change or a species moves into a new territory sometimes the requirements for surviving changes and beauty standards may change as well.  As a tangent line of thought, this may also be where fashion originates, but that’s something to think about another day.

For humans and our immediate predecessors, beauty standards dictated that our potential mates be in generally good physical condition, be larger than other potential mates, and have some advantageous adaptation to the local environment.

Of course this standard varied from situation to situation and from time to time.  Cultural norms have come to play a huge role in what we consider to be beautiful.  Some cultures will accentuate or even exaggerate some body part that is considered desirable.  Those cultures would use clothing, make up, or body modification to achieve the desired look.  These practices can of course be carried to extremes.  In certain cultures around the world being fat and having poor or no teeth was considered beautiful as it meant that the particular individual had access to excess food supplies and in particular access to sugar which for a very long time was a luxury food item.  Even though having poor dental hygiene is in fact a sign of bad health the practice continued on until the improvement of economic situations in these cultures made this a less desirable beauty trait.

As I said previously culture plays a big role in what we consider to be beautiful.  Wealth is an aspect of culture that can dictate how we or other people live their lives.  Whether we measure wealth by number of farm animals we own, or land we control, or pieces of paper we have in a bank.  Money represents power and power has always been beautiful whether we like it or not.

But do we still need the old beauty standards of good health and attractive features?  In the urban situation where most humans live,  where we no longer have to hunt for food or run away from predators or scavenge and go hungry for weeks or months at a time and where physique is no longer as important, is it still valid to judge others with those old beauty standards?  Surely if you are searching for a potential mate and you take into consideration their ability to earn wealth then a potential mate is to be judged by their ability to think, plan, and create content and thus participate in the idea economy rather than by their physical development and their ability to chop wood, or plow a field, or hunt.

That would be true in an ideal world but one thing we have begun to discover is that this human built environment has its own challenges.  Sedentary lifestyles now represent the largest danger to those living in cities.  We have access to too much food and little need to exert ourselves as vigorously as we once did.  Heart disease, diabetes, and cancers are the biggest killers of all these days.  Diseases that were previously kept in check by harder and more physical lifestyles.  Those individuals that work out and keep fit are still considered beautiful as they seem to reject the sedentary lifestyles that lead to these diseases.

A secondary consideration relating to our new economy is that you may have the best ideas in the world but if you can’t convey those ideas to large groups of other people then your idea won’t be successful.  As our means of communications are becoming more and more visual and as our minds respond better to beautiful things, even if just sub-consciously, then  we turn again to the old beauty standards.  We trust the beautiful, we listen to the beautiful, we envy the beautiful.  The ugly, not so much.  One famous example was the Kennedy-Nixon debate.  Those that listened to the event on radio gave the debate to Nixon as the more persuasive speaker but the vast majority of the population that saw the event on TV gave the debate to the younger and more attractive Kennedy.

So is beauty necessary?  I wouldn’t call it necessary as I would call it a factor to be aware of and something to take into consideration. I think we have to be aware that beauty does play a factor in our lives however much we may eschew this and even think this a banal consideration it does exist and does have the power to alter our decision-making process.

the beard

About June of 2002 it was.  The first company I had worked at just out of college had just shut down.  My old boss had died of a brain tumor and I spent the last month closing down the office and getting ready to start my consultancy.

So I turned in my office keys and walked out of the building for the last time on a Friday afternoon.  Oddly enough it was 8 years to the day that I had begun work.  Don’t ask.  These weird coincidences happen to me all the time.

Anyways, next Monday I woke up without a thing to do or place to be.  Going through my morning routine I reached for the razor and then paused looking at my scruffy ‘weekend’ face in the mirror.  I realized it had been awhile since I had no real responsibilities or a schedule to keep.  I decided that I wanted to take advantage of that.  I was 31 and this might be the last real chance to be a bum.  So that’s what I did for the next 2 months, and the first step in that process was to do something (or rather not do something) that I had wanted to do for a long time.  Grow a beard.

 a popular web comic’s take on beards

Growing a beard is a difficult proposition in the modern office environment.  Specially if you are in a sales or other job that requires you to meet with people.  The growth stage is stubbly, awkward, and itchy.  Not things that you want clients to see.  But really there’s no other way to do it.  You have to go through the weeks of ugly, stilted, and ugly fuzz until one day it starts looking like a beard.

The first beard grew and grew over the course of the next two months and finally reached a Fidel Castro-esque stature.  I could actually wring it out after a shower.  A female acquaintance I had not seen for a while became mesmerized by it and wanted to touch it to see if it was real or not.

No.  No photos exist of this.  They were all “lost”.

Alas after a few months I decided to get rid of it.  My family hated it and since I was in the midst of my consultancy I decided I needed to look more professional for clients.

So I had a barber trim it off and leave a mustache.  I’ve always had a very boyish face and I wanted something to age my appearance to what I felt would be an appropriate look for my age.

For the next few years I carried on with my mustache till I turned 40 and decided I was now ready to start a new phase in my life and why not with a beard again?  But not a crazy all out beard as before but a trimmed and well-managed beard.  A somber thoughtful beard for a thoughtful somber person.

Officially my beard is a Van Dyke or a circle beard.  This is a short clipped beard connecting the mustache to the chin that does not connect to the sideburns.  Not as conceited as the goatee, not as scary as the full beard.  A beard with the benefits of a beard and not as many of the drawbacks.

I realize that a beard may be a turn off to some women and I’ve had some suggestions that I remove even this modest amount of facial hair for a clean look.  If the right person requested it I would probably shave it.  Perhaps one day I will anyways.  But at this moment I think it projects the image that I want the world to see.

More importantly, this is who I feel I am right now and that carries an importance in itself.  Don’t be the person that other people want you to be so you’ll fit their view of what you should look like in their world.  Be the person you want to be in your world.  When you are who you want to be then people will respect you for it and accept you, beard (or no beard) included.

 

labels

I’ve heard of growing out of your clothes but growing in?

You would think it would be a nice problem to have until you get caught short one Friday night and find the pants you were counting on fall to the floor without a belt and even with a belt they look like a tent that got wrangled into giving yeoman service as a garment.  Thankfully blue jeans can pinch hit in most cases.  But not in all cases.

Another article of clothing for the donation pile.  Another trip to the…. mall for me.

(GROAN)

Collective individuality.  A somewhat derisive and cynical term that I picked up in high school but the older I get, the more true it becomes.  I thought we were bad back then with our swatch watches, “stone washed” jeans, and Miami vice pastels.  Today’s youth culture revels in fashion labels and wearing clothes that are nothing more than advertising for the companies.

Kids wander up and down the mall each wearing a slightly different version of the same t-shirt with a tiny variation in color or design.  All of them pretty oblivious to that fact apparently.

I swear that I will never understand the appeal of having a corporate logo or a company name emblazoned on your clothes.  I can understand wearing team colors for your local professional or college team.  But a corporate logo for a company you don’t work for?  How?  How is that fashion or even desirable?

If I wear a suit to an office meeting or a formal event I am not going to have Brooks Brothers in bright red letters on the lapels.  I want it to be a well made garment, to fit me, and to look as nondescript as possible.

I suppose labels are unavoidable in some ways.  Manufacturers want the public to know that their product sells and that large numbers of the general public like to wear that product.

Fine, accepted.

My gripe isn’t with the manufacturers or designers.  They’re just doing their jobs.  It’s with the general public.  Take a hard look at your closet.  Is this what you are?  Are you nothing more than a sale and an advertising space for big companies or are you someone who wants something comfortable and stylish to wear?  And if you just want something comfortable and stylish to wear, why does it have to have a logo on it?

Why must clothing be about showing that you have access to the same clothes that some famous person wears?  Can we instead see clothing as something desirable by the way that it is distinctly individualized to meet your style and comfort needs?

Further if someone does feel this way, can they be lauded rather than ridiculed?

 

 

 

 

old styles

I was at the dealership the other day getting my Charger serviced.  Cant believe it’s already been 8 years.  Out in front they had the 2015 Challenger Hellcat on display.  A car that has 707 horsepower under the hood and looks like something out of the early 70s

This is going to make it a headache for archaeologists in the future to sort out.  They’ll be wondering why this body shape came back.

First off I have to say that I’m a fan of the Detroit retro movement.  Body styles in cars have been pedestrian to bland in the last 30 years.  The resurgence of some of the old body styles (fuel mileage be damned) brings some of the flavor and character back to the car experience in America.

That being said, I don’t like it.  It’s too much of the 70’s for me.  The Charger was a compromise (purists say too much of a compromise), the new Challenger isn’t.  It’s a pure muscle car, and its pure 70’s styling.

As Quentin Tarantino found out with his movie flop “Death Proof” there can be too much of anything, even the 70s.  I mean if you’re really dead set on getting a muscle car then go for it.  But then again you could also go to a junkyard and restore an original Challenger too.

Then of course is pragmatism.  Why is it whenever muscle cars make an appearance we seem to be on the verge or the middle of an oil crisis?  That 6.1 liter Hemi is not kind to the wallet when it comes to gasoline.  It might actually be cheaper to have a tow truck tow the car around.

But in the final analysis if I were 20 years younger and had about 30 to 50K to spend, and we weren’t in the middle of an oil crisis, oh yeah I would buy one.

clothes sorting

So, inspired by my recent post on ensembles I decided to clean out of my closet and dresser.

I’ve lost a bit of weight and I have to supplement my clothes to tide me over till I reach what I think is going to be my stable and sustainable weight for the next few decades.

Before I spend any money on new clothes I realized that I needed to make an assessment of what I need and what I had.  I also needed to get rid of what was worn out or no longer fit.  So I cleared out my closet and my dresser and piled everything on the bed and started sorting things into piles.

In some ways it feels like I’m moving.  I suppose I am in a way.  I’m moving away from the person that I was and moving to the person that I want to be.  Just as in any move some old things have to stay behind and some new things have to be acquired.

The old stuff that isn’t too badly worn is going to charity and the rest will go into the waste bin.

Some things are easy.  Winter clothes can be bulky and oversized so they’re not hard to sort and it’s time they went into storage anyways.

Suits and sports coats.  They fit remarkably well but need a good cleaning and pressing and maybe an alteration here and there.

Shirts.  My old office clothes.  Some frayed and worn out, some oversized.  A few still useful.

Pants.  I didn’t realize how large I got.  A couple of size 46 pants.  I’m tempted to keep a pair to compare my old waist size to my new but that’s so cliche.

t-shirts.  Most of these I keep.  They’re such handy clothes.

socks.  I have way too many and most of my time is spent sorting them.  I look at two nearly identical ones and try to determine if they’re both navy blue or black.  Most of my white tube socks end up in the charity pile.

handkerchiefs.  How did I end up with so many?

Some things still have stickers and tags on them.  Most of them gifts I would guess as some of them I would never wear.

I’ve filled two giant trash bags full of charity clothes and another bag for the garbage.  My closet seems empty now but I have a good idea of what I need to buy.

I feel good about this in different ways.  I’ve cleared out some of the clutter in my living space and made room for the new.  More importantly I’ve made a clean break with the old me.  Those old oversized clothes were a sort of safety line to my old self.  As long as they existed I could lean on them; see them as a place to retreat to, even if just unconsciously.  By doing this I commit myself to a new life and don’t have any choice but to move forward.

ensembles

Last month I was invited to an art exhibition by an acquaintance.  One of those evening events at a gallery where some DJ plays, drinks are served, and new art gets it’s debut showing.  Some of these are quite formal and some aren’t.  This was one of the latter.  My friend that invited me said to come along but “try not to dress so old”.

Which made me think.

I went through my wardrobe and started really looking at it.  Since I had begun working from home, about four years ago, I had pretty much given up on fashion.  Back in the 90s I had kept up on these things but back then I tended to go out a lot and for some reason it was important to be up to date and in sync with everyone else.  When I started to get more serious about work I kind of forgot all about these things.  Then I started working from home and I just opted to do the basics.

For the most part I’m part of the blue jeans and t-shirt crowd now.  Most of my other clothes are really just office wear from the days I used to go into work.  What’s worse is that as I was fatter then, most of the clothes I have from that era are becoming unmanageably loose and baggy.  An odd problem to have.  I really don’t have anything that would be “fashionable” or that fits for matter.  So off I go to buy clothes.

The local mall.  I try to stay away from here as much as possible.  It’s a place for teenagers and for those that love shopping.  Neither describes me.  I initially go with my instincts.  The big department stores.  I enter an old reliable store that I’ve been going to for ages.  Off to one corner is the men’s department.  Already I see a bad omen.  A white-haired old fellow buying a shirt that looks like something that I would buy.  Starting to think that my friend was right.

I head out into the mall.  I don’t normally pay attention to any of the small stores in here.  I have a sort of mental filter that allows me to ignore all of these and lets me traverse the mall without paying any mind to these.  This time however these are exactly what I need to look at right now so down come the filters and I start looking back and forth.

I go into one.  It’s filled to bursting with teenagers and twentysomethings, the lighting is dim and they’re playing loud music in the background. More of a party than anything else.   Not good, so I back out.

I pass another store whose CEO declared that he was only going to sell to really skinny people so I don’t even bother going in.

Keep wandering through the mall, looking left and right.  Dodging round large clusters of people ambling along at a slow pace.  One thing I do like about malls is the chance to dodge and weave around traffic.  It’s somewhat of a challenge to get around these big slow-moving formations that would keep you from getting to where you want to go.  so I zip in and around looking for the tiniest passageway that I can find to get around people.

But then I remember that the point here is to look so I slow my pace down appropriately.  Do people really do this for fun?

I wander into another store.  Looking at the clothes I get a bad feeling already.  I spot one of the sales clerks at a distance and he spots me.  I move my hands down my broad form and ask a question “Hmmmm???” and then look up at him.  He frowns, shakes his head and replies “hmmmm…”  I shrug and thank him “hmmm” and go back into the mall.

Obviously the boutique stores are going to be of no help to me.  I continue on and go into another department store.  The men’s department is on the second floor.  I’m amazed to see just as many women shopping here as there are men.

They have a better selection of casual wear and it seems to be for the younger set so I’m hopeful.  I look over the first rack of pants I find.  I look at the price tag.  My eyes must be going so I blink hard and re-read the price.  Again something must be wrong.  Maybe I need new glasses more than I need new clothes.  So I take them off and read the price a third time but it was right.  $125 for one pair of pants.

Now I remember that these types of clothes were ridiculously overpriced back in the 90s too.  I try to think of what I have spent $125 on recently.  A cut glass and hand decorated vase for a Christmas gift. I got a massage at a world-class spa last year that was around that price.  One of the tires on my car is worth about that much and that will last me about 40,000 miles.  Yet they want me to spend that much on a piece of cloth that will probably be out of style next month?

I return to the first department store.  I pick out something similar to my office wear but in a smaller size.  I also only buy one set of new clothes.  I will probably be dropping down another size or two by the end of the year (at least I hope so) so there is no point in buying more right now.  I will come back later after I’ve had the chance to better appraise the situation.

As for the art exhibition?  I ended up not going and went to see a play instead but it was a worthwhile exercise anyways.