Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Don't blame me.

I am into Pin-Up art. I love the artistry of the many artist. I love the fluidity of the body movement captured by oil paints on canvas. I love the life placed into the drawings. I love the story and evolution of the iconic pin-up girls, from the Armstrong girl to the Vargas girl. I love Pin-Up. The sexuality of it. The blithe and seemingly lithe qualities of it. I love the art of it. I know from experience that to deny the sexuality of it will turn me into the the-girl-who-denies-to-much. I also know that with the title "Pin-Up" comes the understanding of what some consider soft-core porn. That is not my problem.

Over the years Pin-Up has fascinated me. I couldn't truly tell you why without making myself look or feel bad. With everybody trying to place me under certain labels it was hard for me to stand by and express myself freely. Now that I have delved into the history of the art I find myself facing further scrutiny. Everyone has an opinion on everything. That doesn't bother me until I feel trapped. If I throw something in your face that you don't agree with it is your right to let me know.

Situation: I got a new book on the art of Gil Elvgren. I brought it to work. This book is believed to have 98% of his art compiled together. I took the dust jacket off to avoid and issues about the risqué art on the cover. The book without the dust jacket is black with only the title. I had someone take it upon themselves to open the book and flip through the pages. There was no time for me to explain what it was. There wasn't even time for me to warn about the nudity. They flipped through the book stopping to look at the nudes and giving their opinion. I later was given a talk about how in the future I shouldn't have that book or ones similar to it with me. Someone could take offense and report me.
Reflection: You took it upon yourself to peruse my private property. If you had left my things alone or looked only instead of touched, you wouldn't have known about the racier content (for the book was closed). This is not my fault. You cannot chastise me for something that you took upon yourself to indulge in without invitation. I feel that the advice that was given me was not earned. Instead I shall return the favor: in the future, do not take it upon yourself to go through things that do not concern you. If it isn't yours, leave it alone.

Situation: In the event of needing somewhere to send my items bought online, I have it sent to a friend's house who also happens to be the host of my weekly bible study. The person whose house it is does not mind the art. In fact her only request is that it is not flaunted in front for her son. As much I understand. My sole appreciation of the art of Pin-Up does not fall in the nudes. It is not my mission to sway the steadfast beliefs of the men of that house. Or even to trip them up. This is not for them, it's for me. I recently had two more books sent to their house. I left them both sitting on the the table where I'd removed them from their packaging. One of the other guest saw them, chose to pick up the book titled 1000 Pin-Up Girls, flip through it and cause herself to become angry. I then received a stern talking to about the objectification of women. How these images were all there to give men a happy thought to masturbate to. How it belittled the motivation behind WWII and Vietnam war because the pin-up girls was chosen as a mascot of many troops and plastered on planes. Every argument I had was shot down. This person happens to be apart of a coalition to get women out of the terrible ring of prostitution. As much I was aware. She hates everything that stems the thought that the only thing that a woman can offer a man has to do with sex. That is an amazing thing to stand by. She has placed herself above all things that objectify women. She feels that the only image a Pin-Up girl can give is a sexual one. And yet, she still took it upon herself to open the book that clearly labeled itself for what it was. A walk through the top 1000 pin-up girls.
Reflection: You hate things that objectify women. You see something lying there that has every clue that it will go down an alley that you do not agree with. Do you leave it alone because it isn't yours? No, you take it upon yourself to start finding where you should point the blame. You then choose to not only, point premeditated fingers but to pick up the book to confirm if it is as awful as the title preludes. When it is, you are hyped up and ready to fight. I am thankful for the words of the young man originally accused for owning my books. After the person expressed the continued fact that the women are objectified by men, he states that some women chose to allow themselves to be objectified so the blame isn't all on men. I then remember words from a favorite movie of mine. "Since when is women simply a helpless animal?" We have just as much control over our lives as men do. Just because there are some that are lost in the thought that they are not worth anything, doesn't mean we are all confused about where we stand in the world. She hates that the book was about women selling they're body images, but she took it upon herself to look at the images. I did not shove it in her face. I merely forgot to put it away. If she feels so strongly about it, she should have left it alone. Do not rebuke me for having a part in the process of teaching girls that sex is their only image. Do not take it upon yourself to go through things that do not concern you. You looked at the book, took in it's title and immediately started forming your negative opinions on the subject. Then you got mad that the images in the book followed suit to what the term Pin-Up means to you. Don't get mad at me because you can't let sleeping dogs lie. If it bothers you so much, then by all means don't partake in it in any fashion. That means don't look at it, don't touch it, don't give yourself reason to talk about it. Translation: don't look at my books, don't touch them, don't fuss at me because you can't leave well enough alone.

Why do people feel the need to touch and remark. It isn't yours. Leave it alone. Leave me alone, unless I deserve it by shoving it in your face when you do not agree. If you can't handle it, keep your opinions to yourself. No one's asking you to undergo this great ordeal. If you want nothing to do with it...by all means LEAVE. IT. ALONE.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

I don't know, I'm just...

I'm. So... Tired.

Tired of being angry.
Tired of being sad.
Tired of being down.
Tired of being frustrated.
Tired of being disrespected.

I'm tired of having to bank on my "me time" being interrupted.
Tired of people in my space.
Tired of my things being moved.
Tired of passive aggressive comments.
Tired of not communicating.

Tired of being discouraged.
Tired of being afraid to move forward.
Tired of not being able to explain what I'm feeling.
Of being unable to see through this fog.
Of going nowhere.

I'm tired.
Tired of...

I'm just tired.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Interesting

I think there's a fine line between being a slut and being classy. I walk in between that line. - Katy Perry

I like being a woman, even in a man's world. After all, men can't wear dresses, but we can wear the pants. - Whitney Houston

I don't play that disrespectful hoe shit. And if I catch you with my man, disrespecting, I will beat your ass...and his ass. - Kimora Lee Simmons

Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships.
- Sharon Stone

Nothing against men...I just liked it.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Gone...I know, not the right boy band.

Every once in a while I am hit with the big realization. Paul Kevin Jonas, Jr. is married. I mean married. Taken. Off the market. A fish that isn't one of the plenty in the sea. He's married.

As an adult I am trying not to be one of the many woman who mourned the day he said "I do" to the girl he's lucky to have (that's right, I said it. Ask him, I'm sure he'd say the same), but being that he is my age he was the only one I could fantasize about dating. The calm yet fun one. Not afraid to laugh and in possession of the dreamy deep voice.

I know a tidal wave of grief swept the nation. Many men, women and children are trying to come to grips with this prized member of the Jonas Brothers having no more need for his purity ring. I am hoping that his wife (that's right, get used to it) doesn't have to deal with the crazies...ladies, he won't leave her because you threaten to kill her. If you endanger her your chances with him will go to nil. Keep your idle threats, letters, and glares to yourself. Go find the nice boy that's been looking at you for the past year or so and date him.

I am a huge fan of the Kevin Jonas...of the Jonas Brothers in general. So here's praying that this marriage continues to be a testament to love. I wish nothing but happiness to Danielle and Kevin Jonas.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Now a word from Lili

That's pronounced leelee. It is short for Literal Linda. She is going to be voice of the thoughts that I take literally when people say it's a joke. Lili understands that the ideas that people place out in the world under the guise of flippant are not always. We (ahem, that is to say I) will be exploring the world through these literal eyes. This will make some people angry.


Lili writes:

So the whole six weeks of playing the same seven songs...I don't care how you mix is, it is the same song...has begun. Now there are only three weeks left. Like I'm sad about it ending.

Of all these songs that are continuously grating on my nerves "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" happens to be my most hated.


I absolutely Hate. That. Song. It is the worst. What is it with these kids that they are so against their moms? Then the only way for the mothers to confess themselves innocent to ruin the aspect of Santa delivered gifts. So either it's I-hate-my-mom-because-she-cheated-on-my-dad or it's all-this-time-dad-pretended-to-be-Santa. Either way sucks. It is the beginning of youth passing through to leave jaded young individuals.

Okay, one for her too.

With her it's an automatic role of sophisticate that does the announcement.

Ladies and Gentlemen, (yes I have to start with this cliche, it just works for me)
(an hush falls over the crowd)
We've watched her rob banks and run with the vampires.
Go on blind dates with for her mother and take trips in space with her brothers.
And now she is here. Direct your eyes to the stage and witness the amazing.
She brought to life our favorite plain Jane, though she is not plain at all.
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you
(^for some reason it feels right to say this a second time)

Kristen Stewart


More work history in this one. Now I'm wondering what event would warrant an introduction of this kind. I don't watch enough events to know. Looks like I need to start cuing in on my competitions. Ha!

For some reason I wanted to write this intro for him

I don't know why.


Ladies and Gentlemen,
What you've all been waiting for.
He's what all the girls dreams are made of.
The next in line member of the wolf pack.
Ladies and gentlemen put your hands together for the hottie with the body,

Mister Taylor Lautner


Now the emphasis on the words of this announcement changes from wanting to be ring master to attendee of an awards show. It started as me wanting to introduce him as if I was at the circus. But for some reason that equates male voice to me. Then when I changed it to awards ceremony, it lost it's excitement. Instead it went to sultry, elegant woman. The one with the arched eyebrows and PERFECT makeup. With the former rush some phrases and allow myself to be a tad crude. I get to be loud. With the latter I have to approach the words softly and insert phrases like "for lack of better words." I don't know which one is more fun. I feel an interview coming after both, but still. Ring master garb, or spend the night as an elegant lady? Decisions, decisions.

I do enjoy where my mind takes me.