Have you noticed how people born beautiful are actually cursed throughout their lifetimes — even though they may not know it? There is a viciousness about The Beautiful that seeps from the inside out and changes their natural shine into an ethereal ugliness.
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If you are an irresistible person — is that your fault or our fault?
If you are rich and pretty and famous you are tempting an early grave because a devotion to the surface, and not the core, leads to psychological dissension between the wanton self and the desirous of mind — according to a new University of Rochester study. Perhaps marrying an ugly girl is, after all, the secret to carrying on a longer life.
It is a delight to see a new “hotel style” hospital — reaching 10 storeys at a cost of $220 million — that also poses as a work of Art on a blighted landscape. Here’s the new Cooper University Hospital in Camden, New Jersey. The building glows in the twilight.
I was riding on a dollar van yesterday — you pay a local step van driver to sweep you up and down the streets so you don’t have to walk — and I overheard a conversation between a wrinkled and crusty old man and pock-faced younger boy: “Marry an ugly girl,” the old man said in a heavy Spanish accent, “and you’ll be happy the rest of your life because she’ll be grateful for the attention and content with the ring on her finger.”
Yesterday, in my WordPunk article — Built for Beautiful Failing — I wondered if Art hates or heals. Yesterday, in the New York Times, I received a reply to my query in a story concerning an Art display in a vacant Midtown store: “The Assassination of Hillary Clinton/The Assassination of Barack Obama.”
We are a current culture obsessed by, infected with, and clamoring for — the female breast. Have we always been breast-centric beings? Or is the modern breast in situ only our latest distraction from the real perils of the earthly world?
Let’s turn to art to help inform the context that creates our culture. Early ocher cave paintings and even hieroglyphs made clothing — more than the bare breast — the most distinctive identifier of the human form: