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Politics, Art, and Love
Jan. 16th, 2023 07:39 pmFriday's dinner was a wonderful meeting of some rather impressive minds. Gathered at the Rookery I was enjoined by three political allies, namely Maggie S (former Melbourne editor of "Vogue" no less, thank you), Wesa C (CEO of Cultural Intelligence, recent Labor candidate for Prahran), and Sarah H (recently elected National President of the Fabian Society). It was quite an exuberant evening, rather like the classic play and movie "Don's Party" as one attendee quipped, that covered a range of contemporary matters on politics, worker's rights, and the aesthetic dimension. The previously enjoyed triple-smoked ham from Aldi did lead to attendees saying it was the best they'd ever had, so I guess that was a plus as well.
On the topic of the aesthetic dimension, today Erica H. and I ventured to the National Gallery of Victoria for the Alexander McQueen exhibition. I am by no means a fashionista, although I do have a few items that carry a certain style (mostly inherited). McQueen however is quite exceptional; drawing upon sources as diverse as antiquity, early modernism, Bauhaus, gothic-punk, Scottish dress, and much more, he certainly left a great impression for a career that was comparatively recent and sadly shortened by his own early death.
Regular friends and readers would probably know I've been in an on-again, off-again relationship over the past few years. In that time said partner has broken up with me four times or so. Each time I've accepted them back into my life and treated their apologies as genuine; I'm a person of emotional moderation, stability, and commitment, and they're prone to extremes, instability, and temporary affections. Well, today they broke up with me again in the usual fashion. Except for this time, I feel nothing but great relief and happiness. It is, in the parlance, "the Final Discard". For far too long I played the role of caretaker and rescuer, rendering assistance and receiving punishment. No emotionally healthy person would want to be treated like I've been treated, and I let my sympathetic nature get the better of me. But those days are in my past; what it came down to was that only one of us was making an effort. Tonight I break open the champagne and celebrate!
On the topic of the aesthetic dimension, today Erica H. and I ventured to the National Gallery of Victoria for the Alexander McQueen exhibition. I am by no means a fashionista, although I do have a few items that carry a certain style (mostly inherited). McQueen however is quite exceptional; drawing upon sources as diverse as antiquity, early modernism, Bauhaus, gothic-punk, Scottish dress, and much more, he certainly left a great impression for a career that was comparatively recent and sadly shortened by his own early death.
Regular friends and readers would probably know I've been in an on-again, off-again relationship over the past few years. In that time said partner has broken up with me four times or so. Each time I've accepted them back into my life and treated their apologies as genuine; I'm a person of emotional moderation, stability, and commitment, and they're prone to extremes, instability, and temporary affections. Well, today they broke up with me again in the usual fashion. Except for this time, I feel nothing but great relief and happiness. It is, in the parlance, "the Final Discard". For far too long I played the role of caretaker and rescuer, rendering assistance and receiving punishment. No emotionally healthy person would want to be treated like I've been treated, and I let my sympathetic nature get the better of me. But those days are in my past; what it came down to was that only one of us was making an effort. Tonight I break open the champagne and celebrate!
