To be (perfect), or not to be?
Why are we so obsessed with what we think perfection is? As North American's we're so incredibly obsessed with appearances, what's on the outside, what characteristics we've got (or not) that I'm sure it's a million dollar business in tweaking photos, airbrushing this or that (or another thing) to make things seem as they are not, in order to appeal to the most impeccable and critical eyes and come out on top.
Working in the marketing dept. I've noticed that we do that a lot. And it's part of our job, to touch up photos, pick flattering angles. We make wrinkles disappear, smooth clothing lines, even (dare I say it) "exchange" certain parts for others. It's just part of our job. This morning the director of Marketing Communications came to Creative Services and asked that we take the "head" from one photo of her little boy and place it on the still photo of another because his face was not "as cute" in the first picture. (He was obviously less than thrilled to have been put into an over sized basket and made to pose beside a live lamb (which was crazy cute) while somebody behind the camera was probably acting WAY to animated in an effort to make him smile his little 9-month-old smile) I don't know why but this makes me just sigh with sadness inside. Gone are the days of the cute photos of us wee-ones crying on Santa's lap, petrified cause some Creepo stranger has us on his knees, never fear, with the art of photoshop we can make things as they are not. Color the situation to suit what we WANT people to see, not what truth reveals.
I know this has gone on for a long time, and me blogging about it is not going to make any difference whatsoever, but I wanted to share and get your opinions too. When does this "self-made-reality" go too far?
On another related and more serious side:
A lady that I work with has been on maternity leave for a couple months now, due back at the beginning of April, and we got to see her baby yesterday. Now I had seen her before, the cutest little thing, perfect in every way, as God has made her. She is special -- She was born with 6 chubby fingers on each dimpled hand, and six wee toes on each little foot -- no kidding. And they look perfect in every little way, the two extra fingers look like they might not be functional, but they're waiting to see ... and the little toes looks just like they were supposed to be there from the start -- but this little girl is getting them ALL (the extra digits) surgically removed in July. So she'll be "perfect", not too be made fun of, not different in anyway, even though God made her a bit different.
Don't get me wrong, I think that if things are medically necessary they should absolutely be done, but I wonder if nowadays, we've gone so far in our mental process of the pursuit of perfection that even when things turn out different from the normal, we choose to deame things medically necessary to execute, even though in actual fact, it's just creation, created differently than ourselves, and we fear it.
Fear it because it's different. Fear it because it's a beauty that forces us to look beyond the confines of what we've always known and accepted as perfection. And ofcourse, we can't bear to be wrong.
I believe that God creates perfection in the natural all the time, sometimes we just choose not to see it.
Till Next Blog ~ a.
Working in the marketing dept. I've noticed that we do that a lot. And it's part of our job, to touch up photos, pick flattering angles. We make wrinkles disappear, smooth clothing lines, even (dare I say it) "exchange" certain parts for others. It's just part of our job. This morning the director of Marketing Communications came to Creative Services and asked that we take the "head" from one photo of her little boy and place it on the still photo of another because his face was not "as cute" in the first picture. (He was obviously less than thrilled to have been put into an over sized basket and made to pose beside a live lamb (which was crazy cute) while somebody behind the camera was probably acting WAY to animated in an effort to make him smile his little 9-month-old smile) I don't know why but this makes me just sigh with sadness inside. Gone are the days of the cute photos of us wee-ones crying on Santa's lap, petrified cause some Creepo stranger has us on his knees, never fear, with the art of photoshop we can make things as they are not. Color the situation to suit what we WANT people to see, not what truth reveals.
I know this has gone on for a long time, and me blogging about it is not going to make any difference whatsoever, but I wanted to share and get your opinions too. When does this "self-made-reality" go too far?
On another related and more serious side:
A lady that I work with has been on maternity leave for a couple months now, due back at the beginning of April, and we got to see her baby yesterday. Now I had seen her before, the cutest little thing, perfect in every way, as God has made her. She is special -- She was born with 6 chubby fingers on each dimpled hand, and six wee toes on each little foot -- no kidding. And they look perfect in every little way, the two extra fingers look like they might not be functional, but they're waiting to see ... and the little toes looks just like they were supposed to be there from the start -- but this little girl is getting them ALL (the extra digits) surgically removed in July. So she'll be "perfect", not too be made fun of, not different in anyway, even though God made her a bit different.
Don't get me wrong, I think that if things are medically necessary they should absolutely be done, but I wonder if nowadays, we've gone so far in our mental process of the pursuit of perfection that even when things turn out different from the normal, we choose to deame things medically necessary to execute, even though in actual fact, it's just creation, created differently than ourselves, and we fear it.
Fear it because it's different. Fear it because it's a beauty that forces us to look beyond the confines of what we've always known and accepted as perfection. And ofcourse, we can't bear to be wrong.
I believe that God creates perfection in the natural all the time, sometimes we just choose not to see it.
Till Next Blog ~ a.
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