I tried valiantly to award a perfect post award to anno for her piece entitled Ad Hoc Meditations on Pretty. I didn't manage to get the attention of the powers that be that award the little button, but I do hope you will read this fascinating post. Ever since I read it I have thought about it on and off, and what "pretty" means to we women. Anno told me that she had been inspired in turn by my musings about "pretty", probably from this post.
What is it about that pretty thing? That beauty thing? I don't want to think or write about all of the sickening cultural motivations behind needing to feel pretty. I feel I'm not up to that. At all. But why is beauty such a trap for women on a personal level?
If I were to ask women questions to shed light on the pretty thing, they would be:
Do you feel pretty? I know we all have bad hair days, but do you generally feel pretty (I equate pretty with feeling like a flower, myself)?
Do you feel you were once pretty but now aren't, and does it matter to you? How does it matter?
Do you wish you were different, some other way, some other type? Do you think this would make you happier?
My own naked replies would be:
Yes, I generally feel pretty. Perfume helps alot (the flower equation). I have bad days, but those are usually the minority.
I know I used to be prettier than I am now. That's just aging and having babies. I don't think it matters so much just yet. It may in the future. It may alot.
I've wished to be thinner and less busty my whole life. Thinner because that's just the way it's supposed to be, and that makes me feel like an idiot. Less busty because having a bust calls all kinds of attention my way, and I've not liked most of it. As for whether or not that would make me happier, probably not. The grass is always greener.
What about you? I would love to hear answers from anyone else who would like to think about it. Men are most welcome, too.