Marvel at mai aestheteek

It’s Nominate a Queer Icon Time.

Meat Loaf, arguably the most unlikely musician to have ever become a full-fledged pop star, has reportedly died at the age of 74…He was also known, at least by some of us, as an icon of queer masculinity—an inspirational and aspirational figure of manhood and butch lesbianism for people of all genders.

Ooh, Mabel, how queer is that. An icon of manhood and butch lesbianism! I’m so out of touch I can remember when those were two different things, not the same thing with different labels. That’s the joy of queering things though: you get to talk complete nonsense and pretend it’s “iconic.”

Gay and queer aesthetics are known for stepping outside of stereotypical categories for male/masculine and woman/feminine, but they often they make that step in one fairly predictable direction that we call androgyny.

Blah blah blah fucking blah. What “aesthetics”? You mean your clothes, hair, makeup, piercings, tatoos? You boring self-involved trivial nitwit?

Guess what: nobody cares. The world isn’t high school, and in the world nobody cares what other people wear. Nobody is taking notes on your “aesthetic.” We.don’t.care.

This is what people do as a substitute for creativity or intellectual activity or politics or anything else demanding and significant. It’s a shortcut to being interesting, but the trouble is that it’s not interesting. Some shortcuts turn out to lead to the town dump, and this is one of them.

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