Beholders for Sale

Absolute Beauty?

To say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, gives the beholder waaay too much credit.

Remember the girl you envied in high school for her awesome “claw”-the towering, teased out bangs that hung somehow both above and over her forehead like a bear’s paw waiting to open up her scalp? Still like that look? What about the mullet? Was it really EVER a party in the back? How about super heavy eyebrows? If this could just return, not only could salons glue on expensive lashes as they do today, but costly fur-extensions above your eyes! But we decided somewhere in the 90s that, No, that’s just hideous. What about parachute pants, orange tans, or monochromatic suits and matching makeup?

Obviously, we cannot be trusted to judge what’s beautiful, because our own tastes not only shift, but can be shaped by a constant barrage of media images. Kate Moss’s body would not have ever been seen as lovely three hundred, maybe even a hundred-fifty years ago. Ditto for a young Arnold Scwarzenegger’s, believe it or not. Rubens’ chicks anyone? Those sexy dumplings. . .Want one now?

Not only that, our own emotions make us ripe for ignorance. A guy whom I had long thought was modelesque, once I figured out after a few dates how utterly dull he was, suddenly all I could see was that crusty yuck that always seemed to be collected on the edge of his pink-rimmed eyes. And don’t tell me that’s never happened to you, where how you felt shaped what you saw, (more so when you were young.) Luckily, for me, my husband loves me in a way that his desire overlooks my own crusty eyes, and Rubenesque tummy.

When I was young, I could NOT see what the rest of womankind saw in George Clooney; his acting on ER annoyed me so much, those times when he’d tilt his head down at an angle, so he could look at a woman through his lashes, with a mild sneer on his lips, the way he tossed his gelled hair (hat was actually untossable.) So. Heavy. Handed. Uggh. But. . .as his acting improved, and he stopped vamping, his beauty came into focus. I still prefer Benicio Del Toro, but again, can you really trust my fickle taste?

The scientists can do all the studies they want about the power of facial symmetry, but I’d say our tastes are so subjective to things beyond arithmetic, whom/what we call beautiful/attractive is a powerful commodity that plenty of industries (make-up, celebrities, art, fashion, home decor, cars, etc. ) want to control, and then own. That alone proves that beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, but in the hands of whatever industry wants a piece of our “taste.” So let’s not call our view subjective; let’s call it producjective.

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