Posts Tagged ‘beauty

07
Dec
24

I Love Perfume Bottles!

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As an artist, in so many ways, I am always on the lookout for beauty, however it is created. Nature can be quite beautiful and occasionally artistic, inspirational in its coincidental design. But, when the dazzling colors of autumn fade and fall prey to winter’s frost, I am left longing for something of beauty. Snow and ice rarely do it for me.

[I mean, sure, occasionally you can find a soft, snowy scene that’s almost comforting if you don’t think about the chills that go with it. Icicles can be pretty, annoying and hazardous as they are. But, certainly, a frozen sidewalk, road or lake, capable of so many tragic and costly accidents, is not beautiful; it’s awful.]

Conveniently, at least, in my hemisphere, Christmas season arrives in winter and brings with it so many retailers eager to show off their latest merch’, including new perfume bottles. I have next to zero interest in the scents. I think perfumes and colognes are just two more disguises people fail to wear properly. Smothering yourself in an artificial scent is a poor way to make a lasting memory, especially when the source of that memory comes in a small, limited supply at a cost that often earns the title “an expensive gift.” Sure; you can get cheap cologne or perfume, and you get what you paid for…a cheap, lackluster scent which might as well be used to mask an accident in your car.

[If you want your beloved to remember your scent at some precious moment, you’re better off having her or him smell your B.O. than a scent from a bottle you probably won’t be able to replace in 10-40 years. ‘Truth. Dogs don’t go around spraying Chanel No.5 on lampposts and tree trunks to mark their preferred territory, and if they relied upon perfumes to find each other, there would be a ton of lost dogs and mates, right now.]

But, perfume BOTTLES…

Not all…but many if not most are works of art! It astounds me how far a designer will go to make a unique container for something so obnoxious. No wonder the prices can be…up there. Yes, raise your noses to the ceiling like a true snob. You deserve it, you high-class, upper crust of bottle design.

I haven’t actually collected many, yet. [I may have a half-dozen or maybe a dozen.] But, given the chance, I’m afraid I could come close to being called a hoarder because I look at them like trophies. I doubt my chances of accumulating the sort of awards you see in abundance in celebrity homes. But, I can fill that space with things like perfume/cologne bottles. And, when people ask if I like(d) the scents or what’s with my odd collection, I will say, “Do you like my trophies?” I will give them names and ignore the labels. And, once in a while, I’ll find myself gazing at them on my shelf, letting my imagination wander.

So, kudos, to anyone who designs a perfume/cologne bottle that’s not boring. Not every bottle is a winner. But, plenty are. And, I wish there was something better we could put inside them for that luxury price (if not for free). [Free is always better. But, artists need to eat, too. And, these bottle designers are certainly artists.]

Think about that, dear readers. If you could put something better than perfume/cologne in such a petite and crafty bottle, what would it be?

‘Maybe a sample of a loved one’s voice, so you could hear it whenever you popped the cork. ‘Maybe a smaller sampling of ashes from a beloved life lost (ie. a pet, family member or lover/spouse), instead of a larger urn. ‘Maybe a bit of water (or sand) you collected from your last trip to a favored beach. ‘Something that can last or be enjoyed without–hopefully–an expiration date; something that won’t be consumed by use.

23
Feb
24

Rant: Athletes Who Wear Jewelry…WHY?

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Can someone explain to me, preferably an actual athlete, why active, competing athletes would ever want to wear jewelry? I just don’t understand. I’ve seen basketball players, really sweaty beach-volleyball players, occasionally football players and, most recently, skiers wearing jewelry. And, as I watch them gasping for air, just miserable with sweat, I cannot help wondering what is seriously wrong with them.

[On a related note, video-game (and comic-book) characters wearing jewelry in physical, fighting games makes just as little sense. Who kicks butt while flashing big hoop earrings or rings the size of walnuts? A boastful bouncer or hitman (or hitwoman), maybe. But, that just makes me want to whip their (expletive) even more. It makes them targets (for thieves). I don’t want my hero or heroine wearing jewelry. If I see a woman wearing hoop earrings while performing a jump kick or more complex acrobatics, I’m going to barf or scream. That’s for dressing up on the date you take AFTER the adventure/battle. Haven’t game makers ever seen African-American women take off their “bling” before assaulting a man or another woman? I salute those women.]

Isn’t the point of jewelry to make you look prettier or more handsome, as well as wealthier than the person or people next to you? Now, modern folks may not think about wealth, but I’m pretty sure that was part of the origins of jewelry, a status symbol.

Modern athletes tend to look like walking billboards, with all of those brands stamped on them. [That’s a rant for another day. It sickens me to see people covered in the logos of supposed sponsors.] Does the jewelry really improve that image? Or, does the gold and jewels simply say, “I was bought by these companies on my body. They paid for these. I sold myself for a few shiny accessories.”

[Have you ever seen a billboard wearing earrings and three necklaces? Well, I’ve never.]

When you are exercising, really working that body hard and building up a sick layer of sweat, do you reaaaally want to be wearing anything of value or which could be damaged, lost or lead to foolish injuries/infections? I’d hate to get my–bleh–piercing(s) caught on a branch, a piece of equipment or bit of fabric…and tear into my precious flesh. Or, imagine losing a ring worth five grand when you’re trying to break your personal record as you succumb to peer pressure. I’ve seen my share of jewelry infections and skin discolorations. So, personally, if I was a professional–or even just a casual–athlete, working MY body hard, I wouldn’t even want to wear my trusty watch (because I know it’s going to get slathered in my nasty, acidic tree sap).

…That’s all. I’ll be waiting, up on my guru peak, for some logical explanation.

Oh, and my random tidbit of wisdom for the day…

Fruit tastes better when it’s comfortably warm. Refrigerated fruit pales in comparison. I’ve had oranges right out of the fridge which taste sour and dry. But, an orange left to warm by the sun tastes incredibly juicy and pleasantly sweet. [The same goes for salsa and chips; refrigerated salsa…kind of sucks. Room temperature salsa is far better.] Fruit is like people, like me. You get the best out of me when I am comfortably warm. If I am too hot or cold, I am not very helpful.

14
Dec
21

What’s Wrong with Miss Universe 2021?

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Well, for starters, did anyone get a good look at Steve Harvey?  The guy was uneasy every time I saw him.  He looked like he might puke, faint, trip or turn blue at any moment.  Something wasn’t right.  He seemed on-edge about being made a fool.

Then I noticed how everyone else at the “party” was acting too casually and carefree.   We are still dealing with a global health crisis; right?  So, where was the safety?  Don’t tell me; everyone involved was certified as vaccinated.  Correct?  But, even if that were true, we’ve seen the vaccines are not necessarily achieving the intended results.  So, everyone could have been vaccinated, but did they need to be so close to each other, perpetually embracing, sharing tears, makeup and stray hairs?

I am fairly certain I saw one or two of the final three react to wearing the sound-proof headphones.  They didn’t want to ruin their finely crafted hairstyles.  Guess what, ladies?  Your hair should be the least of your worries.  I’ve never known anyone to catch a head cold in their hair.

Also, questions and answers; the answers to the questions from the “diverse” panel of judges were lackluster.  That’s not abnormal.  But, you might think, after all this time and all of the pageants, SOMEONE would get smart and try something refreshing.   If you are asked to say something empowering to young women/girls, is it enough to say you can do anything you try, anymore?  And, if a question asks you to say something about female leadership, wouldn’t it be amazing to hear someone speak about WORKING WITH ALL/OTHER GENDERS, as a unified people, versus the high-school-term-paper answers about how women could assume commonly male leadership roles?  It’s not about women being president or monarch; this is a chance to unify the world with teamwork.  Did any of the top five/three say something uniquely inspiring?

Nope.  Not this bunch.

Miss Paraguay was too busy posing like Wonder Woman in a fine dress (was that white or pale green?) to steal the spotlight.  I was drawn to her rather quickly; I loved her hair.  The dress was very nice.  But, she kept failing to impress.  I think she was the only one who needed a translator.

[And, if you need a translator to speak English before a crowd, how fair is that?  How can we judge one odd duck out of three or five, as an equal, when she cannot speak a foreign language as well as the others?  Why was English the designated language?  Is Donald Trump still running the show?]

It’s okay, ladies.  It wasn’t your best chance to shine, but you all get a potent parting gift.  You all get to take home a gift-bag sample of a germ which is likely to mutate among the people of your home nation, creating headlines in the not-too-distant news.  You enjoy that while looking back at all of the corny, excessive photos and videos that were taken.

24
Mar
21

Talent VS Temptation; the On-Going Conflict with Modern Female Vocalists

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To be talented or to be scandalous?  That is the question.  Reframe the question.  What does it take to earn award-worthy status and fame?  And, is that golden record worth a loss of respect as an artist?

Have you ever noticed a stark contrast in female vocalists?  I’m talking about (young) women like Dua Lipa, Taylor Swift, Megan “Thee Stallion” and Alicia Keys.  [Wait.  Don’t jump to conclusions.  I’m not lumping those women together into one category.]  I’d throw in Katy Perry, but, the more I think about it, I feel Katy walks the line or bounces from one side to the other, as does Lady Gaga, and the latter sure has gone through a progressive evolution in recent years.

Maybe it’s just me and my unique perceptions.  And, maybe, what I have to say will just make some readers bristle or respond angrily.  So be it.  If I get any “flack,” I’m used to it.  Shame on me for speaking my mind.

But…

Have you ever noticed how some women are VERY talented–or, at least, creative–and yet give stage performances in which they look…slutty?  While, others, who have the same right and chances to awards of all kinds, dress with far greater class but lack the…well…vocal talent to produce a full album of music I’d call favorable listening material?

Now, this is a bit of a stretch for me.  I don’t even know Megan “Thee Stallion” that well, haven’t heard more than one or two of her songs and seen as many stage performances.  But…there is something about the full-figured woman that suggests both creative potential and stellar activism.  YET, when I see her perform, there is an overwhelming urge to turn on a red light and bring up stripper poles.  And, it irks me.  I hate to see people with great talent/potential flaunting themselves as if they…well…had nothing else to offer.

Do you need to flaunt yourself to get credit or notice of your messages?  And, will people actually hear what you have to sing if you “flash your goods?”  At a time–though it has been going on for a LONG time–when women are striving for respect and equal rights (again), why do you want to wash out great potential and talent with strip shows?

I grasping for comparisons but drawing blank from the internal distress this topic causes me.

Mention the name Tina Turner, and you’re sure to get as many people doing an impersonation of her typical hasty dancing as you would reference to any of her better songs.  The same might be said for Mick Jagger and his “rooster strut;” thankfully, he never struts around in his underwear.

Again, I hope I do not offend or cause too much upheaval with my opinions, but…

Taylor Swift and Alicia Keys are BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS (young) women.  The former, in my opinion, has greater musical/creative talent and potential.  Both, often enough, dress with class and carry themselves like “ladies.”  [Not all of the time; I’ll admit that.  There have been some atrocious “red carpet” outfits.  Blame designers seeking fame and hasty scheduling.]  However, can I name an album by either artist which I’d listen to regularly?  Nope.  I can name a few songs by Tay I enjoy.  And, she is VERY clever and creative in packaging her work.  [Sorry, Alicia.]

Dua Lipa and Megan “Thee Stallion,” coincidentally born the same year and relatively new “flashes in the pan,” both present potent music just showing its worth but take fashion-model risks with their stage attire (and…ugh…background dancers).  Part of my primary reasoning for writing this is from a recent performance I watched in which masked background dancers looked like slutty nurses at some strip club, making a scene to promote vaccines.  [No, that’s not why they were…performing.]  It made me think of all the horror movies that involve homicidal nurses and other doctor-like people.  No thank you.  And, what a shame.  Because, I can see the potential, the talent and powerful voices.  [But, then again, Lady Gaga started out wearing everything under the sun, including a dress made of raw meat.  And, look at her now; she’s practically…lady-like, getting her share of classy duets with the like of Tony Bennett.  So…maybe…just give these newcomers time to mature?]

Rihanna is a gorgeous face and still-budding talent I’m struggling to place among this lot.  She has had a few catchy songs and a mix of outfits, some better than others.  I cannot categorize her output, in part, because I haven’t seen/listened to enough of it; I haven’t heard anything, yet, that deeply offends or bothers me.  But, I remain a minor fan.  [I get the feeling she will take up some cause other than music and be more powerful with it.]

Beyoncé has somehow been given “queen” status, yet I see no reason for it.  I’m sure it’s a term thrown around in the secret-society-business she inhabits.  But, it makes no sense to me.  [Don’t get me started on who is the most beautiful member of the former Destiny’s Child.  Okay.  I favor Kelly.  All right?]  I suppose she has walked the fine line between flaunting and female empowerment.  How do I classify her?  I am not sure.  She’s had good songs (with Destiny’s Child) and some I could do without or don’t fully understand.

Katy Perry (Hudson) stands out as an exception to whatever I am trying to convey here.  While, yes, she has had some wild, scandalous looks and visuals, I can listen to just about any song from her One of the Boys album and find reason to enjoy it.   I can feel myself carried away to a whimsical place where crazy things can happen; and it’s okay.  I don’t have to dwell on the sexual/innuendo aspects of it.  I am not complaining about drug references, nor wealth or mistreatment of women.  She is a perpetual fountain of creativity with no limits of range or genre.  But, even she pushes buttons, now and then (mostly in her videos).  [I cannot be sure if she is a positive force for female rights and empowerment without chaos.]  I am not a 100% fan.  [Maybe 95%.]

I’m not even sure how any or all of this affects receiving (not earning, because earning isn’t honestly a factor) awards.  And, this has been going on since the first trophies were handed out on stage.  What other than some secretive arrangement off-stage results in receiving an award?  Audience attendance?  CDs sold?…or, should I include CDs handed out at some public function, some write-offs?  I highly question the quality and/or judgement of the product that produces these awards.  And, just think of all that goes into those award shows…the dresses/suits, the setting, the interviews, the following-day gossip and tabloids…and all for what?!  WHAT IS THE POINT?!  WHERE IS THE RESPECT FOR ACTUAL TALENT AND CREATIVITY?!

I consider myself an artist.  But, I will not reduce myself or resort to “appealing to the masses” to acquire fame.  My talents speak for themselves.  Either you like my work or you do not and move along.  I may work on commission, but I won’t create something that goes against my morals and/or personal limits.  I am not here to amuse you, but I enjoy amusing, when I can.

I speak purely out of concern and dismay.  I hate to see talent and potential wasted in a way that only compounds the problems we continue to face.  Women want respect for their talents and abilities?  They won’t get it by flaunting their “goods.”  That may sound like the words of an “old man” or a “prude.”  But, it’s the truth.  Men (and anyone attracted to such appearances) will only give the lowest of responses to such displays.

You will not steel yourself against the slime and scum of this world in your underwear, even if you have amazingly toned buns of steel.  You may parade your womanhood and shout, “Girl Power!”  But, you’ll get only a fraction of the respect you’d likely receive with all of your clothes (on).  It’s not a job interview, but, maybe, think of it like one.  Are you applying to be a stripper?  Do you want more for yourself than the life of the runway model who gets tossed aside if she shows an ounce of cellulite or steps one inch off her mark?  You can do better than ending up on some celebrity reality-TV show about people watching TV or a short-lived talk show added to the pile of failures.

Rise up.  Perk up.  Be respectful to yourselves and others and continue to blaze on with the talents you possess.  Do NOT contribute to the mass output of those who submit to the lesser trends of our world.  We don’t need more talk of riches, drug use and mistreatment.  There are plenty of songs about relationships gone wrong.  You can do better.  You all can.  Let’s transform the face of music, make it something we can enjoy without cultivating unpleasant and endangering thoughts.  And, if the “business” is keeping you down or steering you a bad way, change it…or walk away from it.  Find a path of light that best presents your talents, whatever they may be.  [Not everyone is cut out for the music industry.  But, you can still be passionate about singing/making music.]

I speak out as a heterosexual man and lover of women who is long past tired of the on-going conflicts they face.  I am tired of hearing about mistreatment and marches with fuzzy pink hats.  I don’t think the marches and protests are doing anything for the cause.  I think it comes down to what those involved put out and how they represent themselves.  And, any contribution to the salivation of lesser men is only compounding the risks women continue to face, causing increasing numbers of women to mentally fracture.  I am not a conventional feminist but am beyond tired of the submission/domination norm that persists.  I’ll break the glass ceiling if you stand with me.

[And, if you think I am nuts or some sort of opinionated jerk, move along.  ‘Nothing to see here.  It doesn’t affect you.]

08
May
18

F-Book Stalking and Reliving Old Wounds

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So, it’s like this.  I don’t use the site/service I prefer to call F-Book.  You know what I mean.  The place you profile people, poke them, stalk feeds, etc.  I’ve heard enough agonizing, annoying stories about the place.  So, I keep my distance.  And, for the most part, so does my family.  Yet, there are those who find their reasons and do all…that.  They may not have their own “page,” but they’ll still dig into the pages of others, of people they used to know just to see where they are now.  And, if people actually thought to look for me?  Well, too bad, so sad, you won’t find me there.

My sister decides to show me pictures of people we used to know when we were kids.  If these are former classmates of hers, I’m okay with it.  But, I still think it’s wrong if she’s not actually reaching out to these people.  That’s just stalking…or ghosting.

But, when she shows me people I shared a class with…people I used to think of as love interests and/or friends…people I lost touch with…who have now moved on, married, had kids…….

It’s like I’ve been in prison all this time.  It’s like I missed out on life.  It’s like I’ve lost them all over again and multiple ways.  It’s hard to just brush it off and say I’m not bothered or discouraged.  I’ll likely need time away from seeing more of…that…to forget about it, as aging is likely to afford.

In  a very small way, I suppose I should be happy these people, at least, appear happy.  And, the girl I thought I’d eventually marry…at least she has a kid with a name I would have agreed to give the child.

I don’t know which is worse.  Or, I do and don’t want to admit it.  If I had done the searching, I might find myself wanting to get lost in a bottle of booze I dare not touch.  But, I didn’t open the box.  My sister did.

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How much can one guy like me take?

I just needed to vent, to process this a bit and now have to let it all go.  So many falling stars.  So many beauties I’ve come to adore running off with other men.  I’m just too slow.  It’s my fault.  But, I’m better off not letting them get to me.  Let them go.  And, where I fall I fall.  Just tune out what I cannot hold or control.  Wait for my moment.  My moment will come.  Or, I’ll die a hermit in good service.  I’ll be like a monk or prophet.

 

03
Feb
16

Sweater Season; Let’s Get It Awn!

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I love winter for few reasons.  One, women wear some of the finest sweaters at this time.  In simple celebration of that and the approach of Valentine’s Day, I whipped these up.  [I have no idea why these have to be thumbnails or why my extra wide images cannot be made to fit the protocols here…which is why I am seeing strange endless rows of question marks on the post?]

02
Dec
15

Dear Taylor Alison Swift,

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Miss Swift! Miss Swift!

If I could just get a moment of your hectic time. I know you’ve got places to be and so many people to see. You’ve made quite a name for yourself with your legion of fans. Your trophies keep piling up. You don’t likely need me to boost your supersonic and/or locomotive career (which leaves me a little short of breath, to say the least). But, given a chance, you and I could be something special. [Uhp! Wait! Hey! Keep your hands off me, security detail! There’s more!]

Honestly, I am a little scared. You have this air about you…  It’s a bit chilly, aloof.

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Sometimes you look like a dark blonde; I tend to prefer natural brunettes and lighter blondes. I like diversity and costumes but am not a huge fan of hair dye or artificial hair pieces/extensions. You can do whatever you like with your hair, but don’t ever ruin/damage it.

I like your middle name better than your first. You’re the perfect height (and I mean PERFECTION) but over a decade younger. Just looking at you makes me feel old. We were NOT “both young when I first saw you.” I doubt I was still young at heart.

Look. I don’t want to be the cause of any more Bad Blood or the next sap to fill a psycho breakup song. I don’t like crowds or being in the spotlight unless I am performing. [So, you’ll forgive me if I am reluctant to attend any award show or concert. If you want me there, I’ll be watching from the bleach– I mean, dressing room or backstage.] Neither of us need a nightmare disguised as a daydream. But, if you were the Monster in My Closet, that would not be the worst thing I could find in there. [I wrote a story of sorts by that name without ever knowing you had written a poem ten years earlier.]

I most definitely do not like torture. [And, that song about “never getting back together” might be an implement of just that.]  If you’re looking for a James Dean or Brad Pitt, I have not been “Taylor-ed” to fit either of those molds…but you and I do have something in common with the latter.

Ever since I first gazed upon your smoldering face and heard your Love Story, I’ve been caught up in some kind of spell like a leaf in a twister…… [And, by the way, that may forever be my favorite song of yours.]

……But, then you started pumping out one possessive, scorned girlfriend ballad after another. Dark clouds started pouring in overhead. I walked away; I tried to Shake It Off and let you date all of those wannabe A-listers.

I’ve done a little research, astrological research. I can see you’ve got talent coming out of your five-foot-ten-inch “yoohoo.” You’re a force with which people must reckon, one deserving of awe and stalled heartbeats. But, with all of that comes potential dark sides: hints of possessiveness, superficial perfectionist tendencies, a possible conflict of interests, the chance one of us might misunderstand a joke, a stern dictatorial drive to judge, conceal true feelings and rule.

What I’ve also discovered, dear Sagittarius Earth Snake, is that you and I make an incredibly creative and quirky team. I like to act and would love to sing with you, composing one lovable album after another, changing genres when the mood strikes. If we never write a book together (because we simply don’t have the time between our other adventures), I am sure we could fill our share.

I think there is goodness in your “innocence,” preserved for the right time and person. You certainly have the confidence to step out of the molds you enjoy wearing and speak your mind. I would like to think you’d be a royal treat at costume parties (and, with all of your assets, we could probably host a few).

Our Venus/Mars combos clear away some of the dark clouds mentioned above. Sexual chemistry is through the roof (or, at least, rattling the rafters). I give our odds of long-term bliss 4 out of 5 five stars, an 8 out of a possible 10 on the scale of dynamic passion (with 1 being ice cold and deadly).

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So, if the astrology geek in me is not a problem, I DO want to take you out. You don’t have to put on the “white dress” or some “tight little skirt.” And, you surely don’t need that bright red lipstick. I’d be perfectly happy if you wore no makeup or jewelry, a nice sweater coat with some loose-fitting blue jeans and your favorite sneakers.

But, let’s start with you writing me back. And then, we’ll take it from there. Okay?

Sincerely,
Writingbolt, the “Swifty” of metaphors

PS If we hit it off, I’ll write YOU a love story (and then some).

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From “The Many Loves of Writingbolt”
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20
Apr
15

Profound Thoughts: Beauty and the Lyrics

And now, it’s time for more Profound Thoughts with Writingbolt…

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You know what song seems to stick with me when thinking about finding genuine happiness in love and friendship? That 1992 animated title song, “Beauty and the Be–”

I love most of the lyrics but am not so fond of the title/one chorus line.

Why does the guy have to be a monster? I mean…I get it. It’s part of the story, the lesson. But, the song would be so much more universal if it didn’t pigeon-hole the guy as something quite possibly vile and dangerous.

Of course, what’s in a name? Maybe, for some, a bea– is not such a bad thing. Some might even say it’s a sexy, masculine term. Ooh, he’s such a b’ in bed!

Of course, some women say they like the “bad boy” or the guy who “lives dangerously.” But, that’s a fleeting feeling for another post.

I will try to think of a better word to finish the line. What about “beauty and the gentleman”? Or, “beauty and her man”?

Of course, none of those rhyme with “least.” Why did they have to pick that word? Because it was probably the only thing they could think of–other than yeast–to rhyme with the title. And, what would they do with yeast? The only thing that comes to mind…is a rather unpleasant female problem.

So, how about this? “Beauty and Her Man-Feast.” Yes. That sounds better. Don’t you think? Come and get your man-feast on. Bon appetite, ladies.

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