So this “less classically beautiful” comment about Viola Davis has me thinking; however, I do think as a part time gig.
So I have this friend who loves to comment on the ugliness of my shoes. This has been an ongoing phenomena for years. Even this past summer she caught hold of a new pair of shoes and said you have outdone yourself again. She rips on my shoe collection. So when I purchased a pair of shoes yesterday, I could hear her voice and her disapproval ringing in my ear. They were ugly? They were also leather and comfortable which is a value I prize over look and style.
The average person might not know it but I like shoes. I look for shoes that treat my feet well but there are also certain styles that speak to me. Like most people if I had more money I would invest in more shoes. There are some styles that really grab my attention. I do not buy ugly shoes at least as far as I’m concern. I don’t walk in a store and say let me pick out the ugly shoe so my friend can have something to say. Like most people I choose what is appealing to me. And even though this new shoe is different there is something about the shoe that speaks to me.
I grew up with a mother similar to my friend. She has very finite opinions about what is nice looking and what is not. She loves heals and colors that shout. She also likes fish net stockings and they are signature of hers. In addition, she comes from a generation of women who wear hats. I’m talking about hats that you put in layaway and pay on because they are specially made. These hats talk and the rest of one’s outfit follows. She is a different kind of woman. She believes every time she steps out the door she is making a statement.
And last but not least my partner. She too is a fashionista of sorts. I look at her some days and say not over my dead body. She loves tie up antique looking shoes and scarves even in 90 degree weather. She likes vintage. She mixes all textures, colors and types. Sometimes this is art and sometimes it’s a collision course according to this blogger. I like her eye for color. She has taught me to see the multiple hues in one color. So really I can take a shade of green and blend with grey. It’s amazing how you can even change the color of something by the way you blend other garments. I see clothes with more complexity.
So where am I going on this Saturday morning. Beauty is subjective. I have wanted to badly tell those who have so many opinions about my shoes and clothes what I think about what they wear as retribution. But instead I’m using my blog to vent and explore further this whole notion of how some folks just do not look sexy such as Viola Davis. I listen to her story. This girl had to struggle. You can look at her skin and know she had to struggle. Is she beautiful or not? Meryl Streep has got to be the ugliest woman alive (of course I’m exaggerating) but it has not stopped her from playing all kinds of roles including sexy and worthy of love. While looks matter in our world, her gifts as an actor make her sought after. I would think our limitation on beauty, our inability to see beauty, would be challenged and not those we find “less classically beautiful.” Viola Davis thank you for finding your way own way; I hope others can follow.