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Hello all.  I had to create a Pinterest account in order to do research for a paper last semester.  Instead of just leaving it empty I decided to make a board for the blog.  So now you can follow my Aesthetic Musings Pinterest board.  I’ll add pieces I find beautiful and interesting, and every so often I’ll do a Pinterest Round-up post and discuss some of the pieces and why I added them/think they’re relevant.  Enjoy!


The Unexpected Moment

Yesterday I had to run over to the library in the Metropolitan Museum of Art because there was something wrong with my account and there’s a book I need to request. Turns out apparently those cards expire. Who knew? Anyway, fixing the problem took all of about a minute, which left me with over an hour until my train home. Since I’d rather be surrounded by beautiful art than standing around Penn Station I decided to wander around for a bit. No real goal in mind – just wasting time mostly. So I was surprised when I found myself standing in front of some (mostly) French paintings feeling well…I’m not entirely sure “awestruck” is the right word, but it’s the best I can think of, so I’ll say I was feeling awestruck. There was just something about these paintings that got to me. Looking at the paintings, looking at the paint itself and the brushstrokes…it was just a powerful moment. It kind of reminded me of why I’m doing what I am, and why I got my degree in art history. I feel like in grad school, when you’re super bogged down with work it can be easy to forget why you decided to do this in the first place. So it was really nice to get that reminder. I’m not sure there’s any real point to this post…except maybe just to say: go out and see some art guys! You never know what impact it may have on you.

The Beach at Deauville, Kees van Dongen, 1945-55, oil on canvas.

The Beach at Deauville, Kees van Dongen, 1945-55, oil on canvas.

I realize this blog post is not art or philosophy related (though I’m sure I could connect these things to art if I really wanted to), but I’ve had some things on my mind that I need to get out, and it’s my blog so I can do what I want.  Bear with me.

A few things have led to the writing of this post.  One being that I’ve had to read about Barbies and weddings and the like for my Popular Culture class.  The other is that I’ve now heard from two different places the idea that there is no feminist movement today.  Both of these things have raised some questions.


My first question: Are there really girls who think they should look like their Barbie dolls?  I had a couple of different Barbie dolls when I was younger (still do somewhere) but I never saw her as some kind of ideal woman or anything.  They were just another toy to play with.  I didn’t think all dogs should look like my stuffed dogs, I didn’t think all girls should look like Barbie.  Then again, the fact that the Barbie I played with the most was the Pocahontas/Native American Barbie may say something about me compared to other girls.  My main Barbie wasn’t the blonde-haired blue-eyed Barbie; she was different from the outset (though she still had the same figure).  I think the notion (and pressure) that women should have huge tits and a tiny waist comes more from mass culture images and ideas than mere toys.  If the idea that this is what women should look like wasn’t out there, Barbie would not look like that in the first place.  Barbie didn’t create the problem, she just helps perpetuate it.  But that’s no reason to hate her.  Don’t take it out on a doll.  Take it out on the society that makes that image acceptable.  There have been dolls that are more realistic looking, and they just don’t sell.  What does that tell us?  Sometimes I feel like making such a big deal out of what Barbie looks like is almost worse than saying nothing at all.  Like I said, when I was growing up, I never thought that there were people who expected other people to look like Barbie.  Perhaps by constantly repeating how horrible Barbie is because she gives girls bad body image we’re putting that idea in girls heads more than if we didn’t say anything at all.  Do people ever worry about boys playing with GI Joe and whatever other toys boys play with (I really have no idea) and thinking that they are going to think they’re supposed to look like that and worry about boys having negative body images?  If we’re going to put all this weight on what toys look like and what that may do to our children, maybe we should.


My second question:  Why are these things so engrained in girls’ minds?  The pressure to look a certain way, to act a certain way, to get married, make babies, etc.?  It’s easy to read the feminist literature, agree with it, and get angry at the sexism that surrounds us.  But it’s much harder to actually fight against these feelings in real life.  Even when you logically know that these things shouldn’t matter, you find yourself falling into thoughts and behaviors that sometimes feel like they’ve been with you since birth.  While it is definitely the society that puts the specific ideas and images in our minds, sometimes I wonder if there isn’t something in our nature that predisposes us to certain things.  For example, I’m in no real hurry to get married, I’m not one of those girls who’s been planning her wedding since she was 5.  I don’t even remember ever playing wedding with my toys (though I probably did at least once or twice).  Yet for some reason I’m strangely obsessed with shows like My Fair Wedding and Say Yes to the Dress.  Why?  I don’t know!  I really don’t care much about weddings at all, but here I am, tearing up at a couple I don’t even know getting married on TV.  Is it really society that’s made me feel this way?  Or is it just some essence of being female that makes me want to watch?  The idea of the princess/fairy tale/happy ending seems to have been around for so long, I feel like there almost has to be something about it that just appeals to us as humans (and probably mostly females) on a practically genetic level for it to be so popular and to have lasted so long.  The media can push whatever they want on society, but if it doesn’t appeal to people it’s not going to become popular, no matter how hard they try.  I realize I’m approaching all this from a very American, white girl point of view.  But I’m pretty sure most societies and cultures have their own fairy tales.  I don’t care who you are, everyone wants their happy ending.  It just happens that in our culture the fairy tale wedding is the symbol of that happy ending for women.


Question three: Why does any of this even matter?  Ok, here’s the thing.  Men and women, males and females…we’re different.  And you know what?  That’s ok!  Actually, it’s great!  We should all be different. Men and women should be different, just like women should be different from other women and men different from other men.  We should celebrate our differences.  The problem arises when we use these differences to negate and put down others.  Little girls can play with different things than little boys, that’s fine.  But they shouldn’t be taught that there are things they can’t/shouldn’t do just because they’re not a boy.  And the reverse is true as well really.  Boys shouldn’t be taught that there are things they shouldn’t/can’t do because they’re not a girl.

In my mind it all comes down to respect.  Yes, we’re all different.  But we’re also all human beings, and we all just want to be treated with the respect we deserve.  Honestly, I think one of the main faults of second-wave feminism is that they had no respect for men.  What kind of person are you, if in your quest for respect you have to completely trash another group?  To get respect you must treat others and yourself with respect first.  We should never stop fighting for the respect we deserve.  Not because we’re women, but because we’re human beings.


I shall now step down off my soapbox.  And I promise I’ll write about something art related next time.

Hello all.  I don’t really have time for a super-thoughtful entry at the moment.  But I wanted to encourage anyone in the NYC area to check out the Frans Hals exhibit at the Met before it closes October 10th.  I finally got to see it the other day and it’s great.  I’d seen a bunch of his work in my various art history classes, and getting to see the pieces in person was awesome.  I could really see the texture of the paint, the brushstrokes and all the little details.  There was one piece I stood in front of, just staring at the way he’d depicted the lace.  So yes, if you have any interest in paintings of this kind, I highly recommend getting your butt over to the Met. 

Frans Hals, Merrymakers at Shrovetide, oil on canvas, 1616

P.S. – The exhibit Infinite Jest: Caricature and Satire from Leonardo to Levine is also really fun, but you have until March to see that one.


Hello all.  Welcome to my new blog.

I suppose I’ll start by giving a little background into the creation of this blog.  I was a philosophy minor, who focused on aesthetics in order to relate it to my major (Art History).  In a few of my classes we had to keep aesthetic journals, where we related moments of beauty or other occurences to what we were learning about in class.  I plan to keep this blog in a similar fashion, in fact the first few posts will be journal entries that I wrote for class.  I will try to post at least one new entry a week.  And yes, I’m essentially giving myself a homework assignment, but I need to do something to keep my brain active during this semester off I have.  Just an FYI to those unfamiliar with it, my writing style tends to be very stream-of-conscious-y.  I will try to keep the rambling to a minimum, but I offer no promises. 

I hope people enjoy my blog and find my views interesting and thought provoking.  I welcome comments, questions, debates, etc., since that’s a large part of philosophy.