Humanity manifests itself in such brotherhood most frequently in “dark times.” This kind of humanity actually becomes inevitable when the times become so extremely dark for certain groups of people that it is no longer up to them, their insight or choice, to withdraw from the world. Humanity in the form of fraternity invariably appears historically among persecuted peoples and enslaved groups… This kind of humanity is the great privilege of pariah peoples; it is the advantage that the pariahs of this world always and in all circumstances can have over others.
At the end this is life: the recurrence of happy moments and monotonous, interesting and boring, sudden explosions and rapid shutdowns. Every moment that presents a bit equal to itself, we find that we are being changed.
We are all made of the same standard.
The tissues, clothes, art, perfumes, books, make-up, words, meetings, creativity are powerful things: they make us feel good, they put us in relation.
It often happens to see that the real enemy of women are the women themselves. The idea that a woman must abdicate the ornament, the makeup, the beautiful suit and high heels to be believable especially at work above all is the heritage of a male-dominated reactionary that uses the attention that the women pay to the aesthetics to underestimate, bracketing (to put among parenthesis) their intellectual capacity. That aberrant idea for which the woman couldn’t have pleasures on her body, on her seductive power, or has just that.
A woman who takes care a lot her own aspect is accused of frivolity relegating the aesthetic appearance to the mere seductive power over men. The great problem for women is to focus in half on the real.
Many women don’t understand, or pretend not to understand, that certain attentions towards their body are not aimed for seducing the men, but for relating to other women.
There are women who put make up, wash themselves, spend in suits they talk about, and they work as surgeon or they win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Which means: I can afford to dress slutty also, if I’m sure of being able to pass my intellectual worth. If I’m not sure, it is not a problem of the heel.
It always has been so, my lady.
Once the women were blocked by the world of the polis for a long time and therefore to their aesthetics have submitted all the important semantic identitaries. All the things they want to say about themselves. In addition, this thing has remained. With or without the heels the women turn themselves to their context, showing what they want to be seen of them.
What fascinated street art, before it became a fashionable urban decoration more or less on commission, it was a not authorized form of art, the artists free expression that pointed the finger against the powers, against the system.
Vanity is the greatest weakness of humankind; the vanity does not hurt to those who feel it but to the suffering ones. The artist’s vanity let the system to use it just to consolidate and affirm its power.
How many times have you seen a port in a completely fenced city? What macaws the fences? Who is not allowed to enter?
Journalists of this article stopped at the surface, to disguise these old” involuntary monuments” of state and local power.
The street art is no longer complaint, not critical but rouge, street artists, accepting the commission, assume the role of guard dog functional to the system.