Sibilance.
SIBILANCE.
Ok, we're live.
I'm not on melatonin but everyone loves a good jazz pun. Except by everyone, I mean me and the five other people I know that actively listen to jazz. So I'm probably going to change the title. But since everyone and their mother's mother has a blog, this is the current pun we're working with.
Let's start with something easy:
The always aesthetically pleasing Rachel Maddow represents a classic case of 'DO v. BE'
And right now, she's my current muse in the DO v. BE senario.
We can all agree that there are some other great living, smart, successful women out there in the world but I challenge you to find someone who encompasses these traits whilst being a classy motherfucker. If you read the Wiki page (holy shit, Rhodes scholar) you'll understand what qualifies as intelligent and successful in this discussion, but the honesty and personality that shines through on her show really brings the conflict home. The conflict being, do we want to Do Rachel (i.e. would we want to be in a relationship with a person at this level of success, bad-assery, etc) or do we want to Be her (i.e. encompass that success within our own ambitions)? No, I don't mean do you want to be an award winning political-wonk reporting journalist. Rather, in the realm of attraction v. personal-paragon, what kind of ideal is she?
Rachel Maddow is a major media figure. I don't claim to know who she is as a person, at all. I mean, most of what we see of her now has been shaped by T.V. and the commercialized glamour that is demanded of her by her network. There's a big difference between
Radio Maddow
And Network Maddow
Most 20-somethings have shit jobs, have a shit-ton of debt, and know shit about who they are.
"Well, shit," you might say.... I don't know.... maybe every day you wake up?
"I don't know what-the-fuck is going on" might be going through your mind in-between LIFE, like, always.
Right? Right, so then you meet someone presumedly Awesome. Let's say she's Rachel-Maddow-Awesome (in a 20-something context, of course). She's got her shit together, she knows who the hell she is, what she wants, where she's going. That's fucking attractive. But wait, you also want that assuredness--that confident life-track, things-are-happening verve. But things aren't really happening. But you're totally vibing off the fact that it's happening for her. So what feelings arise? What do we conclude is the overwhelming appeal? When you're 20-something, and shit isn't really happening, I feel like the 'DO v. BE' blends together almost simultaneously. In fact, it may be impossible to separate personal attraction from the personal future idyl. The person you're sexually attracted to may very well subconsciously act as an idyllic mirror of what you hope to Be. Maybe sexual attraction forms out of what we feel we lack, creating a need we contextualize as romantic interest. And maybe recognizing that idyllic reflection is the key to learning who we are becoming, and who we really Do need.
Because you gotta hope that the 20-something Rachel......
was at some point grasping for something, through someone--to get to this Rachel
......anyone else find themselves in this conundrum?
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