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Yesterday [livejournal.com profile] davesmusictank shared an article from Psychology Today, on how anti-intellectualism is killing America (and by America the authors mean the U.S.)

One of the things I've noticed over the years is that too many of the US people I know don't develop their own tastes. Now, I'm not talking about my friend set because, frankly, y'all not only have your own tastes you share them at top volume over the internet, and I love you for it. But among the people I know briefly or at one remove or are cousins, I've seen a trend for a good part of my life that certain things aren't "real."

I'm going to use music as an example, specifically two forms I like very much: Opera and Jazz. I can't count the number of times I've heard people say something along the lines of "no one really likes opera." The implication being that if I've said I like opera then I'm either pretentious or lying or both (and in some cases it's not implied it's flat out stated).

But I try to explain that I have my own tastes. I don't like all opera. I don't like all operas by the same composer. I don't like the same composers as my mother and father or my best friend.

When I was tutoring (5th - 8th graders), I would try to get them to tell me what they liked or didn't like as part of a lesson. Most of the time they wouldn't. They'd tell me that they didn't want to go to a museum because they didn't like museums. When I asked which ones they'd been to, they admitted they'd never been to one, but they already knew they wouldn't like it.

If I asked about a specific book or song or whatever, I'd often find them waiting until I said whether I liked it or not so that they could agree with me. I tried to explain that I didn't care whether or not they liked it, I just wanted them to a) give their opinions and b) say why they liked or didn't like it.

This ties back, in my head, to critical thinking. The anti-intellectualism we're seeing isn't new. It may have become more widespread since Richard Hofstadter wrote about it in 1966, but he noticed a history, going back at least as far as de Tocqueville, of valuing the popular above the particular. I'm not saying popular culture has no value. I write fanfiction, for heaven's sake.

In my mind this comes down to taste-shaming. If you don't like country music, you're not a real American. If you do like opera or cool jazz or going to museums, you're not a real American.

(A propos of nothing, there was a discussion at The Guardian last week related to the marginalization of non-white culture in the US. One commenter asked where was Kanye West's country album as if West needed to extend his reach into white culture. For the record, I'd listen to Kanye West's country album. I also like some of his music.)

I can think of no better way to encourage critical thinking than to cultivate one's own tastes. It means listening or viewing or tasting things you might never consider in the normal run of things, but it also means that a person can find the most beautiful piece of music in the world (mine's "The Martyr" by Modern Jazz Quartet. What's yours?) or let her eyes rest on an exquisite painting. It can be as simple as statement as "I prefer Brussels to Paris."

To my mind this is the first step toward defining values and defining values is the required step to being a responsible voter which is the next step toward being a good citizen. It all starts by being able to say, "I like that, and here's why."
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Polly Bergen, best known to my Glee friends as Carson Phillips grandmother in Struck by Lightning, died yesterday. She was a good actress -- thought she was perfect in Wouk's The Winds of War and its sequel -- a good torch singer, and a good business woman. She was the first woman to play the President of the United States, though it was in a sexist bit of 1960s fluff, and she tended to play people who were self-possessed.

When I was a kid, my mother used Polly Bergen cosmetics (originally called "Oil of the Turtle"). The moisturizer was fantastic and, a few years later, illegal as the turtles were put on an endangered species list. (I could also no longer get turtle soup which had been my comfort food since a trip to Germany when I was six.)

She also wrote a beauty book called Polly's Principles which was a giveaway with purchase at one time. It was the first beauty book I ever read, since it was on Mom's shelf, and I've always been grateful.

The book emphasized things like getting exercise, eating well (even her diet tips weren't extreme), and finding ways to be happy in your own skin. There was even a chapter about sex, though I didn't understand it when I first read it. She also acknowledged plastic surgery as an option but emphasized that it could only change the exteriors and might not yield a happier life.

Moisturizer was her key beauty trick, though she also gave instructions on a three minute emergency makeup when needed. The pictures in the book included an extreme closeup with the caption "A good photo retoucher is a girl's best friend" and a then recent photo (she was in her early 40s) without any makeup on a camping trip. All of these messages were in contrast to the ones I was getting from magazines like Seventeen, Glamour, and, later Cosmo.

I went through my glam phases, especially in boarding school where I wore more makeup than most of my friends, but, as I grew up and fell in love for the first time and started walking everywhere, I found myself using that three minute makeup routine as my every day one.

Since my years in Boston, I rarely wear much more makeup than a tinted lip gloss. I can still do some pretty elaborate makeup work when I feel like it, but I'm not compelled to put it on every day. I can honestly say that some of my comfort is getting older, but a lot of it comes from hearing that health and feeling good can do more for me than anything out of a jar.
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I'm watching a French TV series called Spiral on Netflix. I don't usually do well with Parisian accents, but I understand at least 2/3s without needing to use the subtitles which is great.

The visuals are standard TV fare, but the buildings they're filming in have more elegance than the average US crime drama.

I'm only on season 1, so the fashions are a few years old, but what struck me is that none of the women have a mincing walk. Then I looked at their feet, and not one is wearing a stiletto heel. As I progress to season 4 -- which was filmed last year -- I'll see if that changes.

I like wearing heels, but I've never cared for really high ones. Part of it is that my feet are really small. They're barely 8 inches long, figure an inch of that is toe, and a three inch heel is going to be nearly half of the foot length. But a slight elevation, makes me feel taller and more confident. Two inch heels are for very special occasions.

Too many of the women I see walking down the street in expensive shoes are having to mince. They don't look confident. They can't stride.

One of the things I'm enjoying about this TV series, besides the improvement of my French, is a chance to see stylish women who can walk freely.

ETA: And I've just seen my first character in high heels with a tentative walk. *sigh*

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