Tuesday, February 21, 2012


Beautiful is a lovely word. It really is.
When I use the word beautiful, I think of what it means throughout A River Runs Through It, and that passage where, after Norman's brother dies, Norman says, "If you push me far enough all I really know is that he was a fine fisherman," and his father responds "You know more than that. He was beautiful."
I think that's the way the word was meant to be used. There is just so much more feeling and substance in using it that way. It's about being a beautiful person.
I know plenty of beautiful people. For this I am lucky, but I don't think unique. Beautiful people are not all that uncommon.
One of the beautiful people I know was diagnosed with lung cancer a few weeks ago. She was deliberating between chemo and an experimental treatment. Eventually, she chose chemo, because even though the experimental treatment would potentially extend her life by a larger margin, it would make her sick and weak for years and "I can't do that because I have to be able to help people."
In an interview with Marianne Schnall, Margaret Cho made a kinda stunning statement about the word beautiful, "I always thought that people told you that you’re beautiful—that this was a title that was bestowed upon you, that it was other people’s responsibility to give you this title... I think that it’s time to take this power into our own hands and to say, “You know what? I’m beautiful. I just am. I’m just a beautiful woman."
Isn't that excellent? Beautiful is not something bestowed upon some by the masses. It's just not. It's something to become. And I love that. I love beautiful.

PS. I went up to the cabin yesterday with Lorin. It was beautiful, except that we had to hike in. The snow was up to my knees.

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