In my last post, I discussed the traditional definitions of beauty from a European perspective. So, now I want to talk about what that means for us as women. I think as women we should be reclaiming beauty and its power and taking it back for ourselves.
We live in an age that abounds in and celebrates ugliness. Modernist architecture increasingly encroaches on our civic spaces, women purported to be beauties are often plain and uninspiring. Obesity is not only on the rise, but is something – despite all its proven health consequences – to be celebrated, lauded even.
The word beauty comes from the Greek word for ripe and the inferred notion was something being of its time. Obviously, fertility is implicated. This is something that beauty is being slowly disconnected from in modern culture, the ability to bear children and bring precious life forth. Being of childbearing age and being able to bring children into the world is a gift and a power like no other. We are the nurturers of the next generation. (This is why it is so important that women know about their own culture so that they can transmit to their children that sense of ‘This is who we are’ – but that’s the subject for another post.)
Beauty, true beauty and grace, is something that can only emerge from within. We can spend fortunes on cosmetics and clothes but without the inner order and harmony we will only be imitating beauty, rather than embodying it.
Feminine beauty has always inspired men to create the most wonderful civilizations for us to make call home. Our civilizations are poems of love and commitment from men to women and back again. Men build civilizations for women, inspired by their beauty. Women then nurture and grow the children of that civilization and around we go. It is not surprising that as women increasingly disregard beauty as a virtue, Western civilization goes into decline.
In my last post I spoke of how beauty has been defined as an ideal, by philosophers since Plato. Although there are differences there is a consensus that beauty is an ideal, a standard of perfection which reflects a harmony or order.
As women, we can do a great deal to ensure the survival of Western civilization by beginning to reflect this feminine energy back to the world again – grace, tenderness, kindness, gentleness and motherliness.
Feminism leads to a perversion and skewing of this natural force. The greatest, truest power at our disposal is not, and never has been, trying to be like men but celebrating our differences from them. So, our innate tenderness and gentleness are our greatest powers and gifts. In any healthy society, this force is used to sustain itself. In the past, this was why women not only birthed and raised the children but took care of the sick, the elderly and the dead.
In the West, we have seen women’s traditional roles taken over by the state and outsourced to high heaven as we have been coerced into the traditionally masculine sphere of labour. Simultaneously, we have been conditioned to stop focusing on our immediate families and communities and regard the whole world as such. Rather than pumping feminine energy back into our civilizations, it is being ineffectively sprayed at the world. This makes our energy ineffective and largely unappreciated, leaving women burnt out, bitter and, quite often, just plain crazy.
Feminism has encouraged women not to be beautiful, in any way, to syphon off the nourishment to Western civilization.
When we are aligned with nature we are more gentle than men, we are more emotionally responsive, we are more tender. There’s nothing wrong with that. Why are we trying to compete with men for emotional resilience? We have different jobs to do on this Earth, ours is tending to the well-being of the tribe. For men, it is tending to the safety of the tribe.
In the West, it is obvious this energy is out of kilter when we look at the different female fashions, either a slobby, dumpy mess with rainbow coloured hair or an overly made-up slut, both of which are pastiches of femininity.
When we disregard nature, we don’t do very well anyway, we don’t think or act like blokes, no matter how we try. Isn’t it time we were just ourselves?