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The I of the Beholder

The I of the Beholder

How can we get free of the petty tyrannies of our own female vanity?

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The feminist Germaine Greer once described an unpleasant lunch hour she'd had in a trendy Manhattan restaurant. For three decades a figure of some renown and influence in the American women's movement, Ms. Greer was finding it difficult that afternoon to get her waiter's attention.

As she sat there impatiently trying to catch his eye -- any waiter's eye -- she noticed that at various tables around the room, a number of other women, younger than she, weren't having the same problem. In fact, at the next table over, not only was a waiter responding diligently to a good-looking diner's every request, but to make matters worse, the young woman in question was accompanied for lunch by an enthralled middle-aged man, someone just about Germaine Greer's own age.

That's when it hit her, said Greer: she'd become invisible.

Surely that's the not only time a waiter's unresponsiveness has triggered an existential crisis of the highest order: a woman's encounter with her own nothingness that not even transcendental meditation can provide. For a female who has absorbed -- from childhood and adolescence on -- the notion that to get a man's attention is to have evidence that she exists, watching her beauty ebb and fade is to preside helplessly over the disappearance of her very own self. To be invisible to the male gaze is to not be there at all.

Eventually the bathroom mirror will start sending daily bulletins about our unbelievable transformation into our grandparents.

If the universal human need to be there -- in other words, to be recognized, noticed, taken seriously -- is intertwined primarily in a woman's mind and heart with her power to attract, she'll be getting some uncomfortable wake-up calls somewhere along the line. As we all know, and try heroically to deny, we have every reason to trust that our bodies will get weaker and uglier as time goes by. We can successfully forestall the onset of this pre-programmed deterioration with exercise and cosmetic surgery and nutrition and makeup, but eventually the bathroom mirror will start sending daily bulletins about our unbelievable transformation into our grandparents.

As the saying goes, inside every old person is a young one wondering what happened; throughout history, women have sought to be beautiful and have appraised their value accordingly. Yet in our times, there's something particularly obsessive and twisted about how these natural inclinations manifest themselves. The increasingly widespread occurrence among middle-aged women of eating disorders -- pity my generation! -- gives eloquent expression to the war against one's own self that can occur when the powerful twin longings, for love and for transcendence, are channeled primarily into the quest to preserve one's youth and beauty. If that pursuit takes place in the absence of any other equally authentic and viable philosophy of self, our body's condition and appearance become the most tangible measure of our worth.

For better and for worse, I'm no exception. My own childhood was populated by female authority figures who seemed to have something other than their figures in mind, but I myself just will not go gently into that good night. As a baby-boomer, I insist, absolutely insist, that time does not go by, and I'd rather die than appear in the clothes my grandmother wore at my age.

How can we get free of the petty tyrannies of our own female vanity? Short of reincarnation as a man, one way out would be a nun-like withdrawal from the world, whereby we'd be free to cultivate our inner lives without outside interference. Another would be to adopt the Saudi-Arabian-style obliteration of one's female form and individuality altogether.

My identity is not equal to my reflection in a three-way mirror.

Another would be to live in such a way that our self-presentation conveys this idea to ourselves and others: My identity is not equal to my reflection in a three-way mirror.

What's lost when one can pass unnoticed? The truest joys are those which, by nature, require privacy to blossom, and our most enduring accomplishments those which go unseen by others.

To the extent that we see ourselves more as bodies than as souls, to that extent are we vulnerable to what is quaintly called "the ravages of time." To the extent that we seek beauty in our reflections rather than our deeds, to that extent are we blind to the myriad beauties which surround us.

And to the extent that we struggle to hold the world's gaze, to that extent will our bathroom mirrors increasingly chastise us, day by day, for neglecting our inner lives, invisible but to ourselves and God.

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Published: November 1, 2003
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Visitor Comments: 17

(17) shells, May 1, 2007 3:43 PM

thankyou for sharing this wonderful lesson

I am still comming out of a very difficult time and consequently take little care of my appearence other than to clean and tidy myself with hair scraped back in a band, I'm bare for the world to see with bags under my eyes and no makeup. but you know - that doesn't matter because that's how someone exhausted and excluded and tried to their limits like me does look - knackered with a capital K! lol so why should I paint my face and put on a smile? that's not how I feel right now and if people see that in my face and in my eyes, then maybe some lessons will be learnt. I beleive beauty is within - in our spirits and the way we act - for our children and our families who come first in our lives and for our love and purpose we show we care for those dearest to us. as women I beleive we are all stars, our beauty is within and God will see us shine like the stars we try to be, as do our families and those who know us best and truelly understand our struggles. as women we have always been united and I send love and joy to each and everyone of you around the globe today. feel good to be a woman! x

(16) Anonymous, April 24, 2005 12:00 AM

judging by appearances

MESA made this comment: "A sloppy appearance leads people to think that there's nothing worth getting to know underneath it all."

Well, that is strictly the problem of people with no common sense at all, not my problem. If a person doesn't want to get to know someone because they don't like their appearance, then that is one sad, shallow person indeed & is missing out on a ton of good friendships.

(15) MESA, November 12, 2003 12:00 AM

Wonderful points made, but...

I always love it when people point out that we need to work on our inner strengths and to appreciate them. It's something that we as a society just don't want to do, but we must.

On the other hand, there is something to be said for maintaining a good appearance, and you don't have to be tall, thin, and conventionally beautiful/handsome to do it. I don't think anyone should go out into a social or professional situation without wearing flattering clothes, makeup, and a good hairstyle. A sloppy appearance leads people to think that there's nothing worth getting to know underneath it all.

Once we have our appearance in order, we will have a much easier time projecting our own inner beauty to the rest of the world. And people will be much more willing to take notice of it.

(14) Judy L. Snyder, November 5, 2003 12:00 AM

Peope judge you as if you somehow did this to yourself.

The most difficult thing about growing older is that people judge you as if you did this to yourself. How many times have you heard, "she has really let herself go". Men and women alike give you tips on how to loose those pounds and how maybe a little more exercise would do the trick. They don't know that I have always been health conscious, I have never drank sodas (lately, I have tried a few to figure out what I have missed) I have always maintained moderate exercise. I am just getting old and it happens to the best of us and the most blessed of us.

(13) Anonymous, November 4, 2003 12:00 AM

I like being invisible!

How does a woman "of a certain age" (and I am indeed at the "invisible" stage of life) cope? With relief! As a young person I was considered attractive and was often the center of attention from the opposite sex due to my looks, and it always felt uncomfortable and unwelcome in that context. What a pleasure to be able to be a wallflower and observer. I never wanted the type of "recognition" that society gives to beautiful people. How nice to have my "self" recognized through the appropriate channels within Judaism, in my role as wife, mother, grandmother, and community member and to know that I am cherished and respected for my deeds alone.

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