a reply to: Profusion
I call it graffiti. Not the good kind, the sort which tells a story, contains its own narrative and context, reminds us of an event or a concept, but
the sort of mindless tagging that ruins an otherwise entirely well constructed garage door, or screws up the appearance of carefully laid bricks and
I hate it. I hate it on women, I hate it on men, I hate it on TV news anchors and Hollywood stars. It is unrealistic nonsense, facade, it is nothing
of any consequence, which can hide the things that are of consequence. And no, I am not talking about features on a made up person which are defined
or obfuscated by make up, I am talking about expression.
It is harder to tell what a made up person is genuinely thinking, without asking them. It is harder to tell what they thought before, how much they
think, how much they laugh, how much sorrow they have in them, when make up is worn. It is rarely impossible for a practiced observer, but it is
You know who I want to spend my time around, who I want to get to know better? The individual who fears so little that facade is meaningless to them,
the person whose self opinion is high enough that ONLY that self opinion drives their actual appearance, not some effort to become what they wish they
were. I wake up every day knowing the truth about who I am, and I do not hide it from anyone. I want everyone who looks at me to know every line in my
face, every grey hair in my head, every freckle from sun blessed days, every blemish where metal shard has driven itself into my skin and lodged there
for a time.
I also want that kind of guileless, entirely real approach from people I would consider spending vast amounts of time with. I do not want to spend
time around someone who paints themselves for an hour just to feel like they can face the day, because I want to spend my time with someone who is so
sure of themselves that the day puts its make up on to face her. I want to be able to look upon a face and know a measure of the pain and joy, the
harrowing and the liberation that the individual has gone through, and to know by the fact that they carry themselves with dignity, that they fear my
opinion of them not one whit.
Whatever it gets referred to by those who rely on it, by those who are so afraid of the opinions of others that they paint themselves into a corner,
or need the stuff to promote their own self belief, or whatever the hell nonsense drives the desire to insert facade into matters, I have no time for
make up, and I detest its necessity. I detest the fact also, that many women I have spoken to cite the behaviour of my gender as a reason for their
desire to hide their truth behind pigmented powders, their desire to idealise and smooth their appearance out. I hate the fact because it makes me
want to go back in time, and turn the first ever bastard who made a woman feel bad about her appearance, causing her to hide her face, into bloody
I want women to be empowered, I want them to feel strong, not because they look strong, but because they ARE strong. I want women to feel good about
themselves, because of who they are, not what they look like, and to spend NO time, NO effort, no more than I would, to make that happen. I want the
world to be a place where women and men both fear nothing about letting others know their inner self, where eveyones hearts and minds are as close to
the surface as possible, where no one cares for the opinions of others, where matters of the self are concerned, and where two people can meet on
equal terms without fearing one another.
edit on 12-6-2016 by TrueBrit because: Grammatical error removal
edit on 12-6-2016 by TrueBrit because: Grammar edit and