Saturday, May 22, 2004

The every changing standard of women's beauty:

A girl walked through the bar today. She was today's perfect Hollywood standard; tallish, thin, no hips, no butt, no chest. She wore terrycloth boy shorts rolled down futher, and a bikini halter top. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her body -- we would have known. There was no place to hide it.p> Female beauty is constantly evolving. Before the industrial revolution, apparel (and thus the preferred physique) changed about once every century. The industrial revolution pushed the revolving standard to every twenty years. This past century revolved about every decade. And of course women's looks have altered much more drastically than male , I think. The suit, for example, has remained remarkably the same since about the late 19th century.

C. S. Lewis, in his book "That Hideous Strength" talks some about how every new fashion change alters a woman's role. (He is referring mostly to the Edwardian Period, where restrictive clothing encouraged women to be inactive and helpless, and the following Jazz age, when women wanted to be youthfull and boyish)

In the 12th and 13th century, the dresses were long. An underdress was covered by a tunic with arm openings below the waist, and a hip belt. (Think Eowyn in Lord of the Rings) Women were to be thin, tall, and stately. The next fashion was high waisted dresses. The skirt was tightly gathered just beneath the breasts. To be a virtuous woman, one was to look pregnant.

The 17th century (I hope I'm getting my centuries right. All of my costume books are in a box in Waco), bodices were tight, skirts long, and a large ruffled collar was vogue. (think Elizabeth)

In the eighteenth century, whalebone corsets were introduced as high fashion. Bucket panniers held the dress away from the body, and breasts were pushed high and exposed. To be in fashion, women took baby steps, and breathing was so restricted that any exertion was liable to bring on a faint.

Possibly the least restrictive clothing for women in 2,0000 years was the neo-classical period. (Think Jane Austen) The skirts were above the foot; dresses were made of cottons instead of heavy velvets; women were encouraged to have "correct" figures, usually referring to greek statuary.

From here on in history, the "ideal woman" becomes impossible and absurd. (From my perspective, at least in the 19th century a woman had corsets to help her assume the correct shape. Now we have no recourse but to diet, lift weights, or stuff) The mid-19th century favors plump women with sloping shoulders. Ten years later tight bodices emphase the waist, breasts, and hips. Then, the S-silhuete comes in. You've seen the pictures of the Gibson Girls with the wasp waists and large busts. The twentieth century favored, in this order: trim, geisha, boyish, glamourous, trim and boxy, hyper curvy, slim and leggy, stick thin, (who the heck knows for the eighties -- that was the worst of all possible fashion decades, and those who seem determined to bring it back ought to be shot), unisex, and now -- boyish again.

Where is all of this leading. Right, the girl in the bar. This isn't a lecture on the evils of fashion. I like fashion. I like costume history. I think it's fascinating to read how closely current events are mirrored in the change in clothing. (From about 1500 on, it was preferable to be overweight. It was also vogue to have white skin. Why? Because that meant you had enough money to eat, and didn't have to work outside in the sun to get it. Why is being thin and having a tan vogue now? Because it implies you are rich enough to exercise hours every day, and spend the rest by the pool/golfing/at the beach.) What disturbed me about this girl was how young she is, and how well she's bought into the Hollywood standard. You know the type. Brittany Spears, the Olson twins, any number of underweight stars. (They do have the excuse of fifteen pounds. Everyone knows the cameras add that much. But, given that excuse, they should look "normal" to us until we get up close) This girl is walking around, probably starving herself to achieve an ideal look that is going to change in another couple of years. After that, she will likely be out getting implants when butts are back in, liposuction when they aren't. Silicone, and collagin, and the latest diet. All for what. The advantage our predecessors had was that beauty then WAS only skin deep. The body shape was altered by external means -- through fabric and boning and alterations of style. Now our fashions mean changing our metabolism and diet, excersize, and very shape. It doesn't give us much room for error.

Where can fashion go from here? Well, unless Star Trek is right (look out ladies!) the next move should be a swing in the opposite direction. We'll rediscover that clothing is a good thing. The more the better. If not, start the Atkins diet. Because we'll be walking around naked next.

This one's for you, Dad.

A gentleman walks into the bar. "I want a smoothie that is predominantly orange and banana."

So which do you want to predominate; the orange, or the banana?

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Quote of the day:

From Have His Carcase by Dorothy Sayers.

Background; Lord Peter Whimsey and Harriet Vane are making a list of all the suspects in a murder case.

"Henry Weldon.

Things to be noted:
1. Personal characteristics: tallish, broad, powerful, resembles hi mother facially; obstinate, illmannered, countrified; apparently not very intelligent.

Things to be done:
1. Kick him. (P.W.) Well, no, that woudn't be politic. String him along and see if he is really as stupid as he makes out. (H.V.) All right, but kick him afterwards. (P.W.)"

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Peter Pan

Yes, it's a kids movie. But I really liked it when I saw it in theaters. I liked it more than I remembered when it came out on video. I think Jason Isaacs is the immortal good/bad guy (the same actor plays Mr. Darling and Hook in the stage tradition). They play up the emergent adolescence angle, and I think it adds a nice spin to an otherwise one-dimensional plot.

Mrs. Darling has one great scene when she discusses how brave their father is. The kids doubt her, since he doesn't fight pirates or indians. She tells her children that he has many given up many dreams for his family. They ask where they went. She replies that they are in the top drawer of his bureau, and every once in a while he gets them out and looks them over, and puts them away. I thought it nice to see Mr. Darling have more character than usual. Often he is just the blathering idiot who blusters his way into the nursery and destroy's Wendy's youth in a fit of anger (watch the animated version). He has more depth in the stage play, where he confines himself to Nana's doghouse as punishment.

The kid who plays Peter Pan is going to be the new teeny bopper star in a year or two -- he's fourteen now. The only non-british cast member.

The fairy dance scene is divine on the big screen...it loses something on video. The score is beautiful...the composer must be a student of John Williams style of writing. The sound is similar to the Harry Potter soundtrack. I was so relieved that they exchanged the "clap if you believe in fairies" thing for a very cool chant. (I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!) It looks cheesy in writing. You'll have to watch it. Musicians, prepare to cringe just a bit as the chanting falls out of synch with the score, but it is breathtaking. It's almost better in French. (Je crois que les Fees exist! J'y crois! J'y Crois!)

An honorable mention to Tinkerbell; a french actress who spent the entire filming reacting to nothing in front of a bluescreen.

Eric, I was in the middle of an email to you when my computer crashed. I will try again very soon. These half hour time limits are quite annoying.
The Santa Barbara library is huge. HUGE! Compared with the Solvang library that is maybe four times the size of my Waco Apartment. The selection is very good for a small library, but I've read nearly everything in one year that caught my interest. I picked up three more Lord Peter Whimsey mysteries. The one when Harriet Vane is put on trial, the one where she finds a corse, and a third one that I can't remember. Then I picked up the latest in Stephen R. Lawhead's Grail series. I picked up three books on English cottage decorating, but flipped through them all and didn't check them out after all. It's too dark and wood panneled. I find I like French Country better. The one room in my dream cottage that has dark wood pannels and floor to ceiling furniture will is my library.
Huge big screw up today. HUGE. I thought I worked the evening shift so today Wendy and I went to the Santa Barbara library. Guess who was supposed to work the Waggin' Tongue Bar this morning. Yeah. So I got a free day off. Luckily though, no one noticed that I wasn't there. I don't know whether to be happy that I wasn't written up, or miffed that I'm so dispensible. Ah well. Free evening. Time to balance the checkbook and my ledger.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Congratulations to my Sister (over at Heather Hannah's Horse) who won seven first places and one third place at her latest horse show! And one of her first places was her first time every competing in lead changes.
A day at the beach!

Wendy and I took our morning off to go do our spending logs by the ocean. It was a perfect day. Warm and slightly breezy. The seagulls were out in droves, but there were only two other parties there. Tomorrow is payday! Huraah!

Monday, May 17, 2004

I watched the news today for the first time in a million or so years. I'm glad I don't own a television. I switched to HGTV as soon as people left the bar. I know I shouldn't bury my head in the sand; I'm so far out of the loop about current events now that I don't dare express any opinion at all- even if I had one. And Southern California is not the place to get unbiased reporting. Hence why my blog doesn't cover current events. But some days I think God would still be better off just to scrap us all and start over. Forgive the blasphemy.

I'm having trouble finding a church here. I've been to the Episcopal,the Presbyterian, and an Assembly of God off and on since I moved here. I like the pastor at the Presbyterian church the best, but they're doing "Purpose Driven Life" at the insistence (I rather think) of the Elders. No thanks. Three chapters of the book was enough for me. Is there anywhere to go to find Christian fellowship without the "stuff?"