With the exception of enthusiasts for reality shows, or odd balls like Picasso, rappers and heavy metal “artists,” Americans have always believed with Keats’ “beauty is truth, truth beauty,” even though we like to add the conditional clause, of course, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder to allow for different tastes. Still, to be honest a fat man is beautiful only if he dons a Santa Claus suit, or fat woman sings the blues. A pot-bellied defensive lineman is unbecoming no matter how good he is. The skinny lad who gets sand kicked in his face by a muscular taunter gets our sympathy but unless he grows muscles to take revenge we do not admire him. Although some Victoria Secret lasses are undernourished, men would still prefer to go to bed with them than the likes of Roseanne or Kirstie Allie. Despite their deceptive indifference, women would much prefer to lie with Bob Lowe or Michael Jordan than Howard Stern or Mike Tyson.
This is a culture from time immemorial that has always preferred the beautiful people. Michelangelo’s David is true art, gargoyles are but ugly afterthoughts. Parents want their daughters slim and pretty and if the DNA isn’t there, they strive through fashion and education to compensate. Parents want their sons tall, strong and handsome and if not possible at least clean cut and brilliant. There are parents who pretend it doesn’t matter as long as their children are healthy. Parents who have neither are content their children are alive and can be loved.
This leads, not to poetry, but to the ratiocination of humanity: not all in the chain can be beautiful, healthy, or possess wealth to compensate for the shortcomings. In this sense, beauty and truth are at odds, if not downright ugly for those trapped in the low links of a cruel chain where beauty is at a premium. Most of us can only idolize beauty but never dwell in its truth.
Copyright © 2004 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: October 11, 2004.
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