Showing posts with label bodies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bodies. Show all posts

12/7/22

The Photo in My Obituary (and other thoughts)...

This is one of my long, semi-repetitive, personal thoughts/feelings sharing pieces, so don't bother reading it, if you're not into that sort of thing.
 
This is not directed at any particular person (nor any particular death) and is just my personal thoughts/feelings - but I personally don't get it and find it rather disconcerting and unclear about WHY when someone dies, a lot of people seem drawn to sharing a WAY younger photo of that person (whether online or even in the person's obituary).

I'm sure there are various different reasons derived from various different circumstances, but it still seems odd to me how prevalent it seems to be.

I'm 50 now. Let's say I die soon (which hopefully I don't). I wouldn't want one photo of me when I was 20 or 30 being the ONE photo chosen for my obituary or the MAIN photo(s) that friends or family members share online or otherwise, because...to me, that seems to indicate that the younger me was the better me...or the more appealing me or the more meaningful me or the more memorable or the more important...or the more attractive me.

As for the attractive part, it does seem true that some people start paying less attention to you (or looking at you differently or not looking at you much at all) as you get older. You might also look at yourself differently too. We all age (and we all age differently) and aging definitely has its down sides, but it also means we're still alive and living our lives. Overall, I think our brains should be more meaningful and important than our bodies. And so when I die, I don't want some photo of me from 20 or 30 years ago seeming to imply that was the best part of my life because I looked better or more powerful. Because what does that have to do with my brain? Anyone who REALLY knew me or cared deeply about me would share some of my poems when I died, because my poems are definitely a big part of my brain.

Although the older I get, the less meaningful and important my poems seem to others, but maybe I'm making that up. But I don't think so. Or maybe I'm more negative than I used to be (even though I've been pretty negative for years), because I used to think/hope/wish that at least my poetry would still be alive after I died, but I mean...my poetry doesn't even get much attention when I'm alive (I mean, it gets accepted for publication quite a bit, but I don't get the impression that many people read it), so...who knows?

Mind you, I'm not against past memories or past photos (we all have them), as long as the past doesn't outweigh the present. (Even with me and poetry, I most certainly appreciate my poetry and publications from the past, but I'm more drawn to the present).

It's not like I never share old memories from myself or others - or past photos of artists/singers/actors/performers or older poetry/art and so on. But I don't think I've ever shared a considerably older photo of someone shortly after that person dies? I could be wrong.

Maybe it's at least partly a personal memory thing. Like if someone knew that person when they were in their twenties (and wasn't as strongly drawn to them and/or didn't stay in as much contact with them in more recent years), then maybe that's how they'd personally remember that person looks-wise and/or personality-wise and/or art/poetry/performance-wise and/or otherwise after that person died. So along those lines, if someone I knew in my twenties found out I had died and shared a photo of me in my twenties (or a past poem of mine), then okay. But if someone I've known in the last 15 years or so (and/or we still know each other pretty well) shared one photo of me in my twenties after I died, I'd feel like WTF, did my younger self seem more important and meaningful to you than the last 20-30 years of my life? Did I accomplish nothing meaningful enough to seem more important than an old photo of the younger me?

I'm sure some other people see this differently, but the way I see it is that when people share considerably younger photos of someone after that person dies, but don't share more recent photos, that seems to be implying that the last 10 or 20 or 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 years of that person's life weren't as important or meaningful or memorable as when they were younger. (This doesn't apply if people share numerous photos, from the past AND closer to the present).

Also, when it comes to celebrity deaths, if you didn't know the person very well personally, but enjoyed and admired parts of their art (whether acting, singing, visual art, poetry, or otherwise) and after they die, you share a photo of them from 20 years ago or more, does that mean you liked their creative work when they were younger but not so much in recent years? I don't know what it means for others. But from a present poetry perspective, if someone shares some of my poetry when I die, I hope they don't share poetry I wrote 20 years ago or more (for a similar reason to the photos).

For me, I think when it comes to poets, artists, actors, musicians, and any human beings, most of us want to be loved and appreciated IN THE PRESENT more so than based on who we were in the past.

If when I die, someone puts up one photo of me from 20-30 years ago with one poem I wrote 20-30 years ago, that wouldn't be ME RIGHT NOW. Maybe it would be that person's memory or interpretation of me and there implication that that's when I was most meaningful to THEM. And again, I'm not discounting past memories (because I certainly have mine). But if I'm still alive in the present, then I'd like to be a meaningful part of a few other people's presents and I don't want my death to suddenly back track to the past MORE than the present and cause the more recent parts of my life to seem unimportant or close to invisible.

1/24/18

NEW in Maudlin House - "Real Live Balloon Animals" by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain

"To find out how it feels to have to
belly dance your way into the back room
where the blood will drip down forever."

inside the poem "Real Live Balloon Animals" by me & j/j hastain, now up at Maudlin House

10/11/16

Locker Room Banter #3

I'm not a man and I imagine every man is different and I don't know if any of my male friends will respond to this, but do a lot of men casually joke around with each other about scoring the latest female body?

What Trump casually referred to as "locker room banter", is that kind of banter actually common in male conversation?

Trump's initial response was so casual, it seemed like he was implying his comments were no big deal whatsoever, because all men casually joke around about women's bodies, touching women, kissing a woman before she even has time to think about it, trying to score with a married woman as fast as you possibly can (even if you've been married to another woman for less than a year) and laughingly joking about grabbing some pussy.

So do a lot of men like to brag about grabbing as much pussy as they can get? I hope not and I doubt it, but what do I know?

I know a few men who talk like that, but certainly not most men I know, unless I don't really know them and they tend to do it in groups of other men.

You want to know what "locker room banter" makes me think of? Well the last time I spent a significant amount of time in a locker room was associated with high school gym class, and there wasn't a whole lot of conversation going on in the woman's locker room, and I don't remember any conversation that involved grabbing men and trying to score.

I remember most women seemed a little uncomfortable with their own bodies, so would change their clothes as fast as they could. I remember some women talking about their periods. I remember a few women occasionally mentioning a guy they had a crush on or thought was cute or were otherwise interested in. I remember one woman frequently commenting about how her breasts were too small and she wished they were bigger (she has implants now). So yeah, the locker room talk I remember included women seeming a little bit uncomfortable with their own bodies, but not women blabbing about grabbing random male bodies.

If I back track to junior high, where we didn't have separate gym classes for guys and girls, I remember several guy's getting on my case about my leg hair (I hadn't started shaving my legs yet) and I remember this one obnoxious guy blabbing out stuff about female body parts and how pussy smelled like tuna fish. That guy was frequently making random sexist and racist comments when he was only 13 or so, so I guess he got that sort of commentary from his dad or another family member or something.

In my recollection, males and females were more focused on female looks and body types (especially female breasts) in junior high, early high school age. I remember different men referring to me as flat-chested. Heck, I literally stuffed my bra a few times in junior high, I guess because I felt like the girls with boobs were way more interesting looking than me, and I looked like some ten year old little girl. I don't even remember what I stuffed the bra with. Socks? I probably had pretty crooked looking fake boobs.

The thing is though, that sort of focus on female bodies didn't last very long, at least not in my mind. Maybe it was age 12-16 or so and then I started becoming more comfortable with the real me and coming closer and closer to my own unique self. Sure, I still had and still have plenty of glitches and insecurities about myself, and some of them are appearance oriented insecurities, but they're not based on trying to please the average man or hoping some rich man will be physically attracted to me. I evolved and continue to evolve. Don't most people? I hope so.

I hope that 13 year old boy from my junior high gym class has grown up in terms of his portrayal of women. At least those crude comments were coming out of the mouth of a 13 year old. At least he wasn't a man over 60 who still has locker room banter about female bodies and has never grown up regarding his portrayal of women and who is now running for president.

But the man running for president in the present back tracks my mind way back into the past, when I was overly insecure about being flat-chested and when some 13 year old boy in my gym class blabbed about how pussy smelled like tuna fish.

And any of you present day people who think that having a sexist, racist president who quickly judges women based on their bodies, and quickly lumps entire races of people together, I guess you want to back track into the past.

2/14/11

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