Why do so many girls think it such an ego boost to be a muse for a separately-identified talented person? Or to be a naked model for someone else’s sculpture project? They think that if a guy asks them to pose for a naked painting, this validates their femininity or some crap.
These little girls think it is suuuuuuch a great compliment to be some pretty piece of still life, an inanimate object that serves as inspiration for the male artist. They are incredibly flattered to be told to shut up and not do anything -- just sit there and look pretty.
They think it is a compliment to sit like a plastic statue to pose for someone else's sculpture or painting -- rather than being the person herself who does the work of creating something from scratch.
I hope they realize they're not really equivalent to the muses of the ancient Greek beliefs. In that olden Greek tradition, it was believed that the muses actually breathed the force of creativity into bards and scribes and sculptors. So it was truly the muses that held the creativity. The mortal that expressed it was more of a medium, kind of like how a psychic medium channels a dead spirit. It was believed that the mortal did not really possess the creative talent imbued.
That is not at all the same definition that these little girls are using nowadays. In modern days, "muse" just means a vague, [[[borderline relevant]]]] mild inspiration. Or as is more often the case, it is a way for a pervert to gawk and stare at a naked chick, while the naked chick is too dumb to realize that the pervert might not be a true art connoisseur. Not really emulating the role of the ancient muses.
Me? I chose to be the artist. I chose to be the creator. I found that there is great joy and tranquility in creating a masterpiece. I would never dream of just posing for someone else to do the creating.
I prefer to be the person doing the work of planning, and outlining, and sketching. I relish the painstakingly agonizing over every detail, making sure to get it just right. I cherish the striving to perfection. I savor expressing in exquisite detail out in the concrete world whatever whimsical fantasies swirl around in my head.
It is enormously satisfying. It never occurred to me <not> to be the artist and daydreamer. It never occurred to me to settle for merely being the pretty little window dressing while some guy did the building. Why would that ever occur to me?
I prefer to think and dream and imagine. That is a far more interesting life to lead.
These little girls think it is suuuuuuch a great compliment to be some pretty piece of still life, an inanimate object that serves as inspiration for the male artist. They are incredibly flattered to be told to shut up and not do anything -- just sit there and look pretty.
They think it is a compliment to sit like a plastic statue to pose for someone else's sculpture or painting -- rather than being the person herself who does the work of creating something from scratch.
I hope they realize they're not really equivalent to the muses of the ancient Greek beliefs. In that olden Greek tradition, it was believed that the muses actually breathed the force of creativity into bards and scribes and sculptors. So it was truly the muses that held the creativity. The mortal that expressed it was more of a medium, kind of like how a psychic medium channels a dead spirit. It was believed that the mortal did not really possess the creative talent imbued.
That is not at all the same definition that these little girls are using nowadays. In modern days, "muse" just means a vague, [[[borderline relevant]]]] mild inspiration. Or as is more often the case, it is a way for a pervert to gawk and stare at a naked chick, while the naked chick is too dumb to realize that the pervert might not be a true art connoisseur. Not really emulating the role of the ancient muses.
Me? I chose to be the artist. I chose to be the creator. I found that there is great joy and tranquility in creating a masterpiece. I would never dream of just posing for someone else to do the creating.
I prefer to be the person doing the work of planning, and outlining, and sketching. I relish the painstakingly agonizing over every detail, making sure to get it just right. I cherish the striving to perfection. I savor expressing in exquisite detail out in the concrete world whatever whimsical fantasies swirl around in my head.
It is enormously satisfying. It never occurred to me <not> to be the artist and daydreamer. It never occurred to me to settle for merely being the pretty little window dressing while some guy did the building. Why would that ever occur to me?
I prefer to think and dream and imagine. That is a far more interesting life to lead.
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