Pretending Not to See (Our Sexy Hero)
This entry was posted on 5/28/2006 6:30 AM and is filed under Personally Speaking.
I own a small sculpture
which hangs on my office wall. It is a carved wooden face, eyes wide
open. Splayed across the face is a hand with elongated fingers which
cover the eyes, but the fingers are spread just far enough apart that
the eyes are only partially obscured. One has the sense that the eyes
can see while appearing to be hidden from view, or to be hiding from
the view. To me, it artfully displays hypocrisy, pretending to not see or
know what is actually going on right before our eyes, or within the
core of our being.
I was drawn to this sculpture in part because of the
artistry, the texture, the composition. But it also spoke to me of all
that we choose not to talk about or admit, day by day, of our hidden
private thoughts, yearnings, imaginings and of course, shame. We
seek to protect our private life, yet are often eager to secretly peer
at the private lives of others. Who doesn't pick up People magazine in
the waiting rooms of our lives?
We've always liked our heroes handsome and sexual,
our heroines beautiful with a thinly veiled sexuality. Throw in some
power and
the formula is potent. Yet when, some years ago, former President Clinton's sexual contact
with a pretty, seductive young woman became front page news, many pundits
predicted his down fall. A personal tragedy of huge proportion was said to be
looming.
Then, to the surprise of many, given a moment for
the roiling seas to calm,
Clinton's rating with the public actually rose rather than fell. His
political
"capital" surely then diminished, but today he
remains a charismatic personage. Just this past week his photo appeared
on the front page of the New York Times, embracing a smiling Hillary.
His presence is in great demand, and met with
adulation throughout the world, drawing huge crowds (and high fees)
when he appears to speak. I'm not
surprised.
Isn't it plausible that as we are daily inundated by
lurid tales of
violence and abuse, our secret fears, we can also privately and
silently cheer our
sometimes irresponsible, handsome sexy heroes and heroines? What are our thoughts when we view
a flawed but otherwise admired celebrity? Some, just forgiving, as Hillary appears to be? Do others frown with apparent
disapproval, looking askance at a
censurable adventurer, all the while being offered
approbation and acceptance of who we might actually choose to be, if only in
our day dreams?