Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I'm the Shizz, Yo

Cross-Hatching - Two ModelsPeriodically I find myself pondering the elusive notion of "coolness." It perplexes and awes me that some people seem to attain the heights of cool—or, at least, a reasonable amount thereof—seemingly without any effort. And then there's the idea of the relevance of coolness. At some point, one would think, perceived cool would be a sort of high-school notion, something to be left behind, more or less, in favor of judging people by more easily definable attributes like kindness or achievement or intelligence or generosity.

Proportion Studies - Female ModelBUT NOOOO, to quote a rather crusty old episode of SNL. The adult world is riddled with a lot of the same posturing and social stratification as adolescence. Now, I've never really been one to worry about gaining approval from the "cool kids," then OR now, but then, I've also never had to worry about being mistaken for cool. Nerdy? Yes. Artistic? Sure. Weird? Very probably. Incomprehensible? On occasion. But cool? That's debatable. And I can't help but wondering what cool is, and how people get there, and why there is a sudden increase in exclusionary behavior—deliberate or not—when they do. Of course, I'm also guilty of creating coolness distinctions where there may be none, so I think it's a two-way street.

Lower Body Studies - Female ModelI should point out that this sort of cool/uncool distinction isn't always paranoia on my part—I don't usually go around grumping to myself about how such-and-such a cool person won't give me the time of day, so they must think I'm a total loser. Oh, I might joke about it. And I might be paranoid in other ways. But I do find myself just a bit pouty at times about others' coolness, even about the social standing granted by particular forms of success but not by other forms of achievement. (Success has to be measurable by appropriate and easily understood standards, after all.)

And you'd never mistake ME for cool. I don't dress well enough, for a start. In fact, I'm kind of unkempt in general, especially if you expand your view to include items like my house and car. My career is neither exciting nor lucrative at the moment, so I don't have any good small talk for parties, not that I'm very good at small talk anyway.

I've decided the best thing I have going for me is mysteriousness. If I don't say much about what I'm doing, then for all you know, I could be working on something super secret and totally awesome. I could be the world's coolest person, so cool that I'm saving everyone from being blinded by my awesomeness by pretending to be a dork. Uh, yeah, that must be it.

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Thanks, everyone, for all the positive vibes. I've been a little better since my last post, though I'm still feeling a bit crisis-y as far as my career is concerned. And I can't help thinking I'm a little old to be wondering what I want to do when I grow up. It's not normal, is it? Then again, I'm not sure normality suits me...

9 comments:

Ethel Rohan said...

Another wonderful post, and fantastic drawings. Wow! Bottom line: we're all as fabulous as we believe ourselves to be. Forget cool, think hot! I think it's much sadder NOT to think about what we want to do with our lives than to NOT think about it (and so many people don't!) For what it's worth, I have never been happier since I stopped stressing about "what am I doing with my life" and "maybe I should get a "real" job etc. and "what if I'm wasting my life." Now I just go day by day, literally, and I go to sleep each night thinking "today I was a writer, a mother, a wife, a friend etc. etc. etc." And there's a great sense of peace now versus the agony of anxiety and self-doubt. Keep asking the universe what it wants of you, gently, and just keep doing what you're doing. I bet you'll find you're already in the right place. Light.

a. fortis said...

Thanks, Ethel! Kind words like yours help me combat the frustration. :)

Simon Dyda said...

Anyone who can draw lifelike sketches of nude women and post them on a blog is cool in my book.

;)

DaviMack said...

Some great sketches there, A.

And, yes: that's some bravery, putting up nude sketches. ;)

a. fortis said...

Well, they aren't sketches of me! I have an artist friend, a photographer who does a lot of nude shots of herself. Now THAT'S brave.

:) Anyway, thanks.

DaviMack said...

I could so totally tell that they weren't of you - they're that good.

Beth Kephart said...

This has to be one of the most original and thoughtful blogs out there. I always love it, when I stop by.

HOpe you found your meditation time.

a. fortis said...

You just made my day, Beth! :)

Charlotte said...

Oh gosh, I know what you mean about the adult world. One of the most painful social experiences of the past few years has been the school playground after school, where cool mothers talk to each other and I feel uncool. It is an introverts nightmare.

I like your idea in the other post of the things you can't do very much, and wish I could find the time to make a list like that for myself :)