There are some positive features of
waiting to fly out of Madrid beyond the endless ham sandwiches. After five
hours of watching the flight board change we finally saw a sign that we would
be leaving in an hour, what had brought about this unprecedented breakthrough?
We’ll never know, because the only thing more difficult than having your flight
status explained to you in an American airport is having your flight status
reported to you in a foreign city. For all I knew the airport staffer was
saying something like:
Staffer: I’m sorry. (Followed by a foreign language) Wooly
mammoths have been unfrozen and temporarily taken over the flight you were
supposed to be on.
Me: So it leaves when?
Staffer: I’m sorry. The mammoths are not particularly good at flying,
so they are off course right now. I suppose it’s to be expected.
Me: Will ham sandwiches be served on the plane?
The positive
feature of waiting five hours at the Madrid airport for some Byzantine strike
related to drama to resolve itself is that all of the union gains that have
been made over the past fifty years or so when it comes to flight attendants
fly right out the window and the entire flight is staffed by a fleet of women
who basically look like various incarnations of Penelope Cruz. This is the sort
of observation that you are allowed to make exactly once to your partner, who
is polite enough to nod and note that they are all quite pretty. When you
mention it again, waiting at maximum about two minutes, you get a dirty look, and
a reminder that you are not traveling with any of them to Italy. Though halfway
through the flight she’ll lean over and marvel, “They are all gorgeous,” to
which I respond, “Yeah, these are great arm rests.”
Aesthetics are
strange. I don’t know if I was the first person to be surprised that beauty is
still beauty even after you’re hitched. I don’t know why I thought that it
would be any different, as if the mere fact of having seen the Rockies would
have suddenly made every other mountain range a meh experience. Aesthetics and
beauty are slippery concepts though, conditional things, based upon things like
race, class, and culture. And yet, we are all products, whether we like it or
not, of the time that we live in, and are thus pretty much subject to the
aesthetics of our cultural milieu.
What’s strange is
that the realization that we are products of our cultural prejudices rarely
does anything substantive to change our perspectives. Humans are curiously
obstinate creatures, content; No; fiercely comforted, by our own rather narrow
understanding of the world. A view which has usually been informed by a perversely
small number of people and ideas, though ours nonetheless. And so, as in many
adult trials and musing, we come to an understanding with our deficiencies
without really confronting them. As you probably know confronting our own
shortcomings would leave us all rather short of breath and out of time to do
anything but wallow in our own self-loathing. For instance, look at the
persistence of the modern Republican party, which insists that its roots are
down home and often by extension, Christian, and yet fail to acknowledge that
the only two commandments that Christ lays claim to are loving the Lord and
loving your neighbor as yourself. To live in such a contradiction seems
ridiculous, and yet, religious or not, we are all bathed, suffused, and
sustained in such contradictions.
This is an
unusually salient argument given the context of this particular flight, which
was not only populated by a bevy of Penelope Cruz’s but also the most
beautiful, aesthetically mind you, couple we have ever seen. The most beautiful
couple I’ve ever seen in actuality are an elderly couple in Canada that I experienced
through S’s stories. They have been married for decades and are apparently very
much still in love and prepared for their impending journey into the unknown of
death. Part of what makes them a perfect couple is their incorporeality.
Nothing spoils a good fantasy like flesh.
I don’t know what
to make of our shortcomings in this way: identifying virtues with external
beauty, a fact, unlike generosity, humility, and kindness, which people have
very little control over. It is troubling, as many things: natural disasters,
absence of Old Testament style miracles, what everyone did with those frilly
skirts that were so popular in 2003, are troubling.
I suppose the best
that a person can do, if they are unable to overcome societal pulls, is to
speculate then upon the nature of beauty. And I can confess to you that S and I
felt this particular couple to be the most beautiful iteration of couple that I
had and have ever seen. In retrospect, what I believe made them so
aesthetically immaculate was their Europeaness. And what I mean in this case is
a certain carelessness that accompanied their attractiveness, which was
something akin to honey in a bee’s hive. No people should rightly look as
unstudied and gorgeous as they did.
The man, who was,
in my humble opinion, perhaps slightly more perfect than the girl, was wearing
a pair of slim jeans and a belt, loosely fastened, along with a tight knit long
sleeved shirt. Perhaps it was grey. The woman, skinny, olive skinned with her
hair down, leaned against him slightly as they waited for their bags. Perhaps
it was their very unfamiliarity, which made them so alluring. Though I think
that it is not entirely true: what made them so immaculate was the fact that
they were not trying to look like Greek, nay, Roman Gods, and thus embodied
them more completely.
It’s hard to catch
an American girl unstudied in her beauty. I walked by a woman today, perfectly
wonderful, and studied in it, dressed to the nines, looking in all ways like
the very picture of an attractive woman. Except, the effort was so palpable,
the make up just so, that the whole affect was somehow lessened. The same is true
of men, often young, who look so fresh faced and spun out of the nearest gym
with firm biceps and Crest smiles so white that you can see your own reflection
in them. Though you suspect somehow that they are seeing themselves in the
reflection in your eyes, in each case, the aesthetics are lessened by their
obvious attempt at beauty. I’ve no idea why this lessens the impact. It’s
not as though I judge Brunelleschi’s
doors or Michelangelo’s Pieta as trifles because they make a clear attempt at achieving
a kind of perfection.
In reality, perhaps
this particular prejudice is rooted in my discomfort with the aesthetics of
beauty, which I’ve enumerated above. Since it’s nothing that anyone has done
much to deserve, it seems rather gauche to pretend it’s anything other than it
is: a random collection of atoms, body parts and shading that is pleasing for a
particular moment or decade in time. Thus, to be nonchalant, unprepossessed, is
in some way to embody the very essence of aesthetic beauty. Look at what a
wondrous accident I am.
The couple then was
a perfect Bernini like representation of form, in part because they were so
casual in it. S and I, as I noted before, not two totally unpleasing forms ourselves,
identified them as the most pleasing configuration of atoms that we’d ever seen
in such close proximity, though I suspect our words were not so
quasi-scientific. She leaned into him, and he supported her casually, waiting
like the rest of us for their bags to arrive. They arrived near the beginning,
and he swung his bag over his shoulder, and she pulled her suitcase behind her,
leaving our lives forever, the most pleasing representation of the human form
that I suppose I’ll ever see.
now if only people could look past the exterior(beauty) and see what is in the mind
ReplyDeletebad example..the con who is having bail raised by hundreds of women who love his eyes, tattoos, and facial bone structure...sic
what a shallow country..like selfies!