Make-up
is not FOE
By Amanda Cornwell
Some
people, well yes I'm sorry to say, some women have accused other
women who wear make-up of hiding behind a crusty mask. Well obviously
this is a point of conflict for women in general and specifically
a good problem for feminists to sort out. Makeup: a disguise,
have you, that creates a filtration. What would a women need a
filtration system for? This is a question whose answer has deep
subconscious implications concerning the collective psyche of
our society. Barbara Kruger called it: your gaze hits the side
of my face. Your gaze, a man's gaze, yes a man's but not only
a man's. What about our gaze, women's own gaze of scrutiny? What
about the way I catch myself objectifying myself and other women?
This is painfully self-honest. Painfully. What kind of deep conditioning
is that? I remember doing it since I was a little girl. The way
I looked at myself in the mirror. The way I scrutinized my body
and compared myself unmercifully to other girls. Society trapped
me in its looking glass, which became my own mirror.
So
back to this concept of make-up as a filtration system. Make-up
is a shield carefully blocking gazes that want to penetrate core
ego-self-center. Appearance has always been important. But in
a materialistic, capitalistic society, appearance is the new religion.
I catch myself succumbing to materialistic whims and desires.
We are all products of our environment, yes ...? In many ways
I just can't help it. I used to fight these tendencies. I would
call my 15-year-old self an awkward feminist. I rejected every
traditional aspect of American beauty. Everything that I loved
when I was even younger - clothes, make-up, body obsession - I
tried to shake out of myself. I did for a few years but then realized
I was miserable. God I really wanted to wear eyeliner. Should
I deprive myself this luxury in the name of a higher ideal? Ultimately
the answer was no. Why should I? I like the way it looks. I like
the way I feel. I like the way people's gazes respond to me when
I wear it. Is this so wrong? These gazes would keep coming anyway,
with or without the eyeliner. In a sense the eyeliner becomes
a mask that separates me from the objectification. It protects
me as I feel you watching me and suddenly I am watching, too.
Oddly I become spectator, curiously aroused by my own feminity.
How weird is that?
Historically
I think about make-up. Ancient Egypt and the orgasmic secrets
of lipstick and blush. Yes, to some in American culture, lipstick
and blush are the feminine connection to the circus - a clown
have yoga - but to me no, these applicators of beauty are intense
and are to be claimed as feminine and good. An embellishment on
surface, yes - but female aids in attraction, allure, and often
power, also. Yes, the mighty orgasmic secrets of Egypt. A woman
may orgasm and her cheeks and lips become red and flush, signs
of womanly health. The power to enjoy the body and know its full
potential. What's wrong with having these signs of health at a
moment's disposal? Some people may think that the desire to wear
such embellishments proves the power men have over women, in that
a woman would go so far as to allure a man in this way. I say,
is this not an entirely womanly craft? Must it be defined within
the context of patriarchy? This is a womanly art and should be
respected as such.
Many
times I have noticed that women or girls, who are despised by
men or boys, possess a significant beauty, power, and presence,
although these things do not always come together. I have sensed
in these men or boys a kind of resentment that should not be underestimated,
for it is an indicator of a kind of cultural insecurity. These
men or boys are feeling inadequate in comparison, and often it
is the women of intense beauty that inspire such reactions. l
say that make-up is not an ill of femininity but a historical,
primal, and powerful sexual practice that should be within a norm
of respect for all women.