Sexting, Speed and Clean Sharp Lines are not Really Sexy
I had a sorority sister in college who claimed sometimes when she studied she would pretend that she was a 15th century monk studying by candlelight. Another college friend of mine would actually study by candlelight…the romance of feeling like he was Isaac Newton or something really got him through some all nighters. I think, if I remember correctly, to the demise of his eyesight.
In any case, it occurred to me that my fascination with the old, the ancient, and basically of times gone by is that there is a sexiness to these eras that are romantic. Having never lived these times, we are allowed to use our imaginations to create a mood…a vision that will rarely be challenged, because the glamour of the dream will far surpass the white noise of the historian who brings up the notion that, “in the olden days,” life was hard, disease and poverty rampant, and abuses of people of “inferior” classes completely acceptable. Today’s people fantasize about the past and never is that more apparent than in the success of today’s television shows and movies like Penny Dreadful, Downton Abbey and Game of Thrones (fantasy, yet somewhat grounded in the medieval past of Europe).
I often have said to people that I was born in the wrong era. I loved history when I was growing up and my favorite was reading about royals in Europe between the thirteenth to the nineteenth centuries. Now that I’m older and still like period pieces, period information it occurred to me that I find the fabrics, textures, colors, lines, curves and softness sexy.
In contrast, if you look at modern marketing, FAST is sexy. Technology is sexy. Sleek lines are sexy. I don’t find fast sexy at all. Sleek lines are hard…austere. Technology with all its buttons and fancy moves, albeit interesting, is too utilitarian to be sexy. An email, while instantly gratifying in its communication of funny videos or witty repartee between friends, is decidedly less sexy than the scripted black lines of ink on paper.
"Fast" can be stressful and laden with anxiety.
For all my complaints of technology and speed, I finally found one thing in my early retirement that is technological and fast completely useful and sexy. Twitter.
I am so embarrassed to say that I joined Twitter three years ago for the express purpose of finding out what donuts were coming out fresh at Bob’s Donuts. I was pregnant. Hungry. Craving donuts and rocky road ice cream 24/7. I found out that the best way to find out what was freshest at Bob’s was to sign up for a Twitter account and follow them. Reluctantly I did.
After I gave birth my account went cold. Last August when I left my career to be a full time mother I revived my account. Just in the past month I started using Twitter finally for news, opinions and causes.
Then it clicked. This is sexy. Knowing what’s going on as quickly as the information is released to the newswire was amazing. Finally this old dinosaur was figuring out what those kids had been talking about all this time.
There it is. I’m an old dinosaur. An old dog trying to learn new tricks that aren’t even new to anyone else but me. I will always be a person who loves the romance of a time gone by, but realize that unless I want to be discarded and buried with the things I love, I too have to embrace the things that define today.