Who the feck invented them?
No, scratch that, whose brilliant idea was it to use one of the most unstable pieces of furniture ever invented to display items of the most precious nature?
I bet it was a joke, or better yet, a dare that just went a little far and somehow caught on among those who don’t recognize dumb idea’s as the jokes they were intended to be – I don’t know if the conversation went along these lines but here’s how these things usually play out;
Einstein (after a few brews): “Ernishh, mate, you should totally shplit the atom, that’d be sush a blasht!”
Rutherford : “Good call, I’ll grab the gear.”
Or this one;
Coach: “Hey you lot of thugs, I’m sick of your crap, go jump off a bridge.”
Team: “Hey awesome idea coach, let’s grab the bungee cords so we can bounce around.”
Hackett: “Yeah, and let’s charge people to do it with us!”
Okay, so maybe not that type of conversation, but you have to admit, it’s almost like pedestals were invented as a challenge to art.
Uh huh… Point?
As if the 15th Century Ming Vase had not done enough just to survive the initial torture of etched painting with horrific minerals then placed in a zillion degree fire so some palace hoodoo could place it on a shelf where maybe it would be admired by the actual emperor, or used as a rice container by his chef, or snuck up to a young prince’s room and used as a storage jar for his abacus beads or whatever.
So the new vase is used but over time, it disappeared from the palace. Maybe a servant took it, maybe it was stolen in a palace raid, maybe it was sold on, exchanged for kung-fu lessons, whatever happened, the next half a millenia were a blur of earthen suffocation, oceanic drowning, dead skin cell and insect collecting, door stopping or a mixture of all four.
Then someone finds it and recognizes it as something special.
The vase is scrubbed in places unseen for decades and passed through more tests and exams than your average med student before being verified as a true treasure. Ironically, the vase now has to face the most difficult challenge of all; to stand tall and proud on a raised platform whose widest part is only slightly wider than the total circumference of it’s own base.
Of course the higher the pedestal the greater the value of the vase, but also the greater the risk that one day, gravity will prevail, thereby reducing the precious vessel to dumpster fodder where it will eventually return to the earth which first gave birth it all those centuries ago.
Oh for feck’s sake, boo hoo, poor vase, where are the feminists?
The point is, the vase cannot place itself on the pedestal. It gets put there as a recognition of value and only the rarest of precious artifacts ever make it to pedestal status.
The same applies to people.
There are those who acknowledge the work of others, they say things like Stay at Home Mom’s should be put on a freaking pedestal and those who say that Working Mom’s should be on a pedestal.
Are you trying to start a war?
Take off those goddam headphones and take a look around you.
The war is on. Has been since the mid-nineties when feminism became a social ideal and all the doors to all the opportunities opened for women all over the western world and inevitably lead to this split between the stay at home vs the working mom lifestyle choices.
Now, just to make it perfectly clear. These are lifestyle choices and…
I don’t give a rats about either side.
(see, I put that in bold, just to make it very clear.)
However I am pissed at the third group in this little debate.
The third group?
Yeah, the group who say “I don’t need your pedestal.”
Who say; “I ain’t going anywhere near no damn pedestal, those things hurt when you fall off ’em.”
Who say; “Take your pedestal and shove it.”
I get the whole pedestal/falling thing. I do. And I know how devastating that earth shaking fall can be. But here’s the thing… unlike the vase, we get to pick ourselves up and carry on. For all our rights and voice and opportunity gains women and in particular, mothers, have made over the last twenty years we have lost a vital part of our humanity.
We have sacrificed Grace and Humility.
We get offended at being called a lady and heaven help the man who dares to hold a door open for us. The fight is so engrained in our psyche that we are no longer able to accept a compliment. Hell, I doubt half of us even recognize one when it is given.
To be viewed as ‘the vase’, or the sun, or the moon or the stars, or anything else means that someone thinks the world of you. If someone thinks that you are something so precious and unique you are worthy of reverence is a HUGE compliment.
I have to believe that anyone who writes negatively about lines like this; Yes, she is just a mother. Which is sort of like looking at the sky and saying, “hey, it’s just the sun”, are doing so solely for the sake of confrontation and sensationalism.
Because the alternative is worse.
The alternative is that we have lost the grace to say, “Oh, you noticed? Thank you”.
Let’s cut the bullshit and take a moment to be thankful. Or don’t and waste time being be bitter about an imaginary slight and then (worse still) attack the person who made the compliment for not getting off their ass and doing the same work they were complimenting us on.
Yeah, so are half the moms out there. A similar conversation goes like this;
“Hey, you look fantastic, you must have worked really hard to get back into shape. You are a real inspiration. Well done.”
Answer: “What? How dare you?! I worked damn hard for this figure and I do not need some dumbass like you to tell me how good I look or how hard I worked because I already know it and you have no idea. And don’t give me any of that inspiration bullshit because that means when I put the weight back on I’ll feel even worse. Oh and by the way, you look like shit, maybe you should stop looking at me, lose some weight and see how it feels.”
That’s some crazy talk.
Yeah, but I didn’t make it up. It’s real crazy conversation and it’s happening all over the place about all types of things.
Life is not a bunch of random attacks day after day, sometimes there are flowers among the brickbats, they are rare and they are precious. Let us have the knowledge to recognize them and the grace to accept them in the spirit in which they were given.
Oh and this ….