I paid my local Clinique counter a visit yesterday and got chatting to the manager, who told me that she'd had complaints about the brand's newest range of lipgloss: a chunky crayon called the 'Chubby Stick'. The complaints had come from customers of no particular shape or size, and we could only surmise that they pre-empted any offence that may be caused to individuals who might take it personally - although quite why anyone would compare themselves to a crayon, I don't know. I'd always thought the campaign for that product was particularly cute, and it had never occurred to me that it would offend anyone.
I'm the first to jump to the defense of anyone who is being maligned or discriminated against - but in instances like this, surely there would be no issue if someone hadn't created one. A song lyric comes to mind: "don't start nothing, it won't be nothing." Or, as the indignant counter manager so adorably put it, "I'm chubby! I don't mind!"
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Saturday, 25 June 2011
Defending Beauty
Case in point. |
This attitude is not new to me. Although I've (so far) not been on the receiving end of any overt abuse, I have noticed the derision that some people have for beauty-related pursuits. I've heard an interest in beauty referred to in various contexts as "superficial", "frivolous", "a waste of time", even "unhealthy", and often with a general lack of regard. Being "into your looks" (of which I've been accused) can give rise to pejorative assumptions regarding intelligence and personality, none of which are mutually exclusive.
So why the bad rap?? I don't feel well-placed to comment extensively on the online anti-beauty brigade; such degrees of animosity suggest issues that run too deep to be analyzed homogeneously. My personal view is that there is never an excuse for nastiness or hurtful behaviour - that, over any physical manifestation, is downright ugly. It's an indication of their own self-esteem that these individuals take strength in anonymity and numbers - but then, I suppose that's human nature. I do have a few insights based on my interactions, not all of which have been negative, but revealing nonetheless.
My worst experiences have been with male colleagues who have exhibited an obvious disdain for me, while simultaneously taking over-familiar liberties that violate professional boundaries. Evidently, sometimes being well-presented is the equivalent of jumping out of a cake clad in a bikini - nothing new there, but a girl can hope for progress. Another familiar theme is hostility arising as a result of a perceived threat - to what, I'm not certain, but it almost always seems misinformed and misdirected.
Other experiences have been much more endearing; for example, when I worked at a makeup counter I encountered women who didn't take an interest in their appearance simply because they didn't know how. I met some working women and tired mothers who were often just grateful to have a seat and to let someone fuss over them, but were almost without exception thrilled with the "transformation" - in fact, little more than a few touch-ups that enhanced their own natural beauty. The candid chats that took place during these exchanges revealed that sometimes, our circumstances can consume us not only psychologically and spiritually, but also physically to the extent where we feel robbed of our right to beauty. Who can't relate to that? We all have areas of our lives that are either beyond our control or hard to cope with, and while external enhancements aren't a cure-all, they can certainly help to lift our spirits even when we feel overwhelmed.
Girl at Mirror by Norman Rockwell |
Finally, I'll leave you with a humdinger: isn't it the case that beauty only makes us feel bad when it reminds us of something we're not happy about? For example, two of the most beautiful things I saw today were Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, and a cheesecake. I'm sad to say that both made me feel like crap. I can recognize these feelings as a projection of my image issues and guilt (yes, I ate the cheesecake), although it's a hard pill to swallow; I would hope that if I ever met Rosie, I wouldn't make her feel bad just because she is gorgeous and I can't say 'no' to cake - or 'yes' to the treadmill, for that matter. I have to work on what makes me feel beautiful, inside and out, and enjoy the beauty all around me. Then I intend to have my cake and eat it, too.
*from article 'The UK Beauty Industry During the Recession' http://blog.simonjersey.com/beauty-news/the-uk-beauty-industry-during-the-recession/
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
The Beauty of a Moment
I took the train home from London this evening. Public transport in the city is not something I enjoy, so I approached the train with a customary weary resignation - if I was lucky, I'd find a seat in the post-work crush - and looked forward to leaving the urban grime behind. To my surprise, the train was relatively empty so I nabbed myself a coveted 4-seater, put my bag on the seat next to me and my refreshments on the large table in front of me; I made myself comfortable. As the train pulled out of the station, I looked out at the towerblocks that I always find so ugly, only to be blinded by the setting sun.
The whole effect was glorious - I had a seat, a snack, and the sunset in my eyes. Through such simplicity of circumstance, my default frown had within moments been altered to a contented smile.
I often experience the most profound beauty in totally arbitrary moments like this one. The wonder of this beauty is that it finds you. These moments are so delightful precisely because they can't be orchestrated. You can only allow yourself to become more susceptible to these random instances that flutter past by simply opening your eyes; I've so often experienced the revelation of putting down my phone, laptop or work and suddenly seeing the world before me, and witnessing the magical happenstances that occur when we're not looking. It could be a sight, a smell, a sound – or best of all, an intoxicating marriage of all three – that can pass us by in a fleeting moment yet leave an indelible, mood-transforming impression.
On the whole, I find the greatest pleasure in simplicity. I'm no Zen master and probably guiltier than most of letting minor irritations get the better of me, but I do know the beauty of how trivial matters can be put into perspective by the purity of a moment. While we struggle behind the wheels of our lives to engineer situations and outcomes, the Universe is at play, simply and beautifully, all around us. The most natural results can be the most stunning, and every time nature reminds me of this I'm inspired to apply the lesson to my own life. And so it goes on, again and again :)
The whole effect was glorious - I had a seat, a snack, and the sunset in my eyes. Through such simplicity of circumstance, my default frown had within moments been altered to a contented smile.
I often experience the most profound beauty in totally arbitrary moments like this one. The wonder of this beauty is that it finds you. These moments are so delightful precisely because they can't be orchestrated. You can only allow yourself to become more susceptible to these random instances that flutter past by simply opening your eyes; I've so often experienced the revelation of putting down my phone, laptop or work and suddenly seeing the world before me, and witnessing the magical happenstances that occur when we're not looking. It could be a sight, a smell, a sound – or best of all, an intoxicating marriage of all three – that can pass us by in a fleeting moment yet leave an indelible, mood-transforming impression.
On the whole, I find the greatest pleasure in simplicity. I'm no Zen master and probably guiltier than most of letting minor irritations get the better of me, but I do know the beauty of how trivial matters can be put into perspective by the purity of a moment. While we struggle behind the wheels of our lives to engineer situations and outcomes, the Universe is at play, simply and beautifully, all around us. The most natural results can be the most stunning, and every time nature reminds me of this I'm inspired to apply the lesson to my own life. And so it goes on, again and again :)
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