Nobody but nobody ever reaches their ideal. Mostly because the ideal, like the self, like memory, is constantly changing to reflect experience and ideal and self and memory in a recursive loop. Also because people almost invariably promise ourselves we'll be better in the future while focusing on easier, more fun things in the perpetual now (see: anyone who has ever watched TV instead of doing schoolwork, etc. etc).
I'm sure I can look like a woman, like a beautiful and feminine thing. But it comes at the cost of my voice, as I become no longer myself.
Which, I think, was/is the entire point of the Classical-ish-period style femininity you seem to be speaking of. Women as decorative objects, things to be looked at, no deeper than surface sheen.
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on 2011-02-26 06:31 am (UTC)Nobody but nobody ever reaches their ideal. Mostly because the ideal, like the self, like memory, is constantly changing to reflect experience and ideal and self and memory in a recursive loop. Also because people almost invariably promise ourselves we'll be better in the future while focusing on easier, more fun things in the perpetual now (see: anyone who has ever watched TV instead of doing schoolwork, etc. etc).
I'm sure I can look like a woman, like a beautiful and feminine thing. But it comes at the cost of my voice, as I become no longer myself.
Which, I think, was/is the entire point of the Classical-ish-period style femininity you seem to be speaking of. Women as decorative objects, things to be looked at, no deeper than surface sheen.