Saturday, July 23, 2005
Previously, I had notions of how blogging was a worded medium, and if anything, occasionally supplemented by the spectacular visual rarity of photographs and pictures. It used to be that words were enough to keep people entertained; ah, but how the blogging generation has evolved. Blogger starts hosting images, the flickr home base is increasing exponentially, and bloggers everywhere realize without surprise that they have all of a sudden become photoshop geniuses. The blogging reality has become television without live streaming. And indeed, it is only natural adaptation, for words are much harder to decipher and what do you know, pictures (only requiring the basic retinal functioning) are much too easy.
And with the rampage of visual information the blogging scene now has to offer, it also follows suit in the inevitable consequences of what every visible medium brings.
What pleases the eye is the question, and the answer begs that it is
the things that are beautiful. Readership thus, to put it nicely, favours the confident good-looking exhibitionists; but more precisely, it feeds off the insecurities that blogging itself had previously claimed to relinquish. And here is the irony; blogging serves as a medium for people to be taken seriously regardless of their physical superficiality, but it also subscribes to the notion that worth is deemed by the quality and quantity of visual stimulation (preferably in various forms of provocative) that one provides others with.
But forgive me this, I am grossly generalizing. Indeed, this is a phenomenon that lies only with the fairer sex, and undoubtedly reinforced by the wandering eyes of the typical male specimen. And as it is in television, the age-old question of gender equality rears its ugly head. Celebrity status for men is quite easily determined by humour, intelligence and wit, but for women it's invariably more complicated, because somewhere along the line, it indefinitely calls for one's ass to look delectably hot in a pair of low-rider jeans. And if these pressures are unavoidable for the female population, then where are all the six-packs that should be required in the name of equality? And alas, who do we hold responsible for this, given that for every voyeur there is an exhibitionist, for every male who feels free to scrutinize the womanly body there is a woman who willingly allows for scrutiny. And so it is, another vicious cycle that human nature feeds.
sherry @ 8:39:00 am
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