Thoughts on ‘Having it all’
‘Can we really be a mother,
housewife, working woman, pregnant, sexy, in love, independent?’
The words that keep coming up, for
me, are fickleness and contradiction. We are fickle, we often don’t know what
we want, and sometimes when we get it we don’t want it anymore. The idea of
having it all and being perfect is exactly that, an ideology that is impossible
to achieve, like a utopia, like communism, like constant happiness. We need to
be imperfect, and we need our lives to be imperfect so that we can appreciate
moments of perfection and happiness, it’s what causes us to strive on, and let
us not forget that imperfection is beautiful, we are a mix of constant clichés
and contradictions. To be a contradiction is to be human. Sometimes I feel like
I’m on top of my game, the younger me would envy the older me, yet at the exact
same time I can feel uncertain, that my successes are only in my head and I’m
wasting my time. I feel attractive, I feel sexy but I also feel plain. I feel
loved yet vulnerable, confident and strong yet weak and fragile. I’m good with
kids and responsible, people trust me, maybe I’ll be a great mother some day
but I also feel liberal and reckless. I feel likeable and respected, but
worthless and at the end of the day I know I’m insignificant. I also think of
feminism here, another key theme, and the constant confusion that lingers on
whether I am or am not, where to draw the line, I’m damned if I do and damned
if I don’t. That’s life, to be a contradiction is to be human, we are all of
the things we ever are, all of the time. This is why you can sometimes give off
the wrong impression, or make the wrong judgment; it’s why people’s opinions and
relationships vary, because our hearts and experiences are so very complex. So
yes I think you can have it all, but it’s not the same as feeling accomplished
in every area of your life all the time, because I don’t think that’s possible.
General thoughts from the week:
Moving
the piano was an experience. A mix of folk dances from everywhere, dancing on
boxes, wearing west side story attire, fake soil, fake snow and real soil. Bad
fake sex. If this is a musical it’s a really messed up version of Fiddler on
the Roof meets Oliver Twist and it was directed by Lars Von Trier. ‘I know
we’re playing with clichés in terms of form, sex, whatever, but we need to go
through them to see what we can find there’ Tennis Balls, Giant cotton wool.
Bad sex. Join boxes now, fight over boxes, then work around each-other in a
sort of harmonious argument. Disgusting, difficult, disturbing, beautiful,
non-chronological order of sex meets birth meets baby meets mother meets girl.
I feel sick. I am awe struck. I am witnessing the best in their field. Put the
right people in a room together and that’s half the battle. Feels like a random
process but you try things and process them and put them together, good thing there’s
a video camera. Young girl slowly walking past a couple dancing. What does the
box symbolize? Contemporary movement against a waltz. Clashes and
contradictions galore. More bad sex. Walking band, so funny. I love Spanish
culture. Where’s the flamenco? Everyone is injured you have to laugh. ‘I do, I
don’t, I do, I don’t. No one is ever in love and really means it’. Everything resonates. (posted by Charlotte - Thanks Kate - great to have you with us - come back whenever you fancy).
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