Sunday, 18 May 2008

MISS DREAMY'S PRIVATE & PUBLIC PERSONAS...

Richard Madeley: You have such a panoramic vision, Dreamy. It amazes me that you
can predict these large historical shifts from the top of such finely pointed stilettos...
Mutleythedog: Whoever would have thought that a night club hostess would have time for such insights ...
All shook up: Only our consciousness will live on. That and our libidos.

Your libidos, gentlemen, arise because you have mistaken the persona I have created for the woman I am. You insist, after a few grunts of tactful compromise, on seeing me more as a character in chick-lit than as a real individual. And I do know that you have built up in your own emotions a person that does not exist.

Men often have these mistaken notions, and place far too much emphasis on the importance of their libidos. This faculty is predominant in men; they seem to be created with a special aptitude for sex. Indeed, men might pride themselves on their sophistication, but it seems as if the notion of the sexually dynamic woman is as utterly profligate to the emancipated male, as it is in far more fundamentalist realms. Nor am I bound by the old rules of decorum that have traditionally constrained the female. But while Selena the Hostess represents perhaps the most substantive and provocative fusion of Miss Dreamy’s private and public personas, she is a brilliantly intelligent - and my autopsy would confirm this - and highly creative women known less for her time in front of the mirror than for her distinctive social personality. Nor would I want you to think that, because women are seldom noted for great Hegelian constructions, the person Selena does not exist except as the alter ego of one who conceals her identity behind promotional images portraying her in stilettos.

And yet Selena’s persona enchants my mind and my spirit builds her up into something that battles with my real identity. One day I am erotic, libidinous, predatory, a lascivious vixen - the next I am a mysterious female a thousand years old, knowing everything in the cosmos; a combination of Madame Blavatsky, Gertrude Stein and Indira Gandhi, a space-time singularity formed some five thousand million years ago out of a cloud of swirling gas, an extravagant, wildly cerebral woman with exquisite taste in everything except the right man.

Meanwhile, I feel perfectly justified in asking questions and interpreting answers with that part of my brain that makes me different from ordinary humans. Nor can, or will, I see anything except in a millennial perspective. For while it may be difficult to resist the conclusion that there have been few periods in the long history of human endeavours which have offered a greater variety of apocalyptic possibilities than ours has, it lies at the heart of what I see as my responsibility, my mission in cyberspace: to educate, to inform, and to fundamentally alter perceptions.

“The present and the past upon earth,” said Nietzsche, “that is my most intolerable burden; and I should not know how to live, if I were not a seer of that which must come.” Some may not look too far for evidence of this; for others, this blog may be a sorry - and I fully expect temporary - use of an extraterrestrial brain. But then, if a blog doesn't make its readers reflect, it has no real vitality.

Dreamy

9 comments:

Richard Madeley said...

I am suitably chastened, Selena. Forgive me for trying to characterise you as anything other than the complex being you undoubtedly are. Can I simply blame the combination of a lack of time, ability, and words to do full justice to your recent posts. If I had the brains, I would engage you on a level worthy of your intellect.

All Shook Up said...

"you have mistaken the persona I have created for the woman I am"

I imagine you were conscious of men's susceptibilities when you laced your design with the stiletto-shod images; it would be disingenuous of me to pretend that I'm not as susceptible as the next man. Most of us, though, have been around cyberspace long enough to read what we want to read without needing to be tempted by 'lascivious vixens'.

I'll be here whilst ever you write as well as you do, just as I am on Richard's, libido or no.

Jonathan said...

Must be very weird being a woman

Selena Dreamy said...

Complimenting a woman is never easy, but here’s one for men to avoid: “You‘re weird.”

Selena Dreamy said...

“I imagine you were conscious of men's susceptibilities when you laced your design with the stiletto-shod images...”

...my legend is established!

According to Greek mythology, Pandora was the first mortal woman. At the beginning she was the frolicsome, wilful temptress with a wicked sense of mission, and then became the fatal influence.

So remember, the female always triumphs!

Dreamy

Selena Dreamy said...

If I had the brains, I would engage you on a level worthy of your intellect.

...like Wagner’s Brunhilde, Richard, I’ll take on all comers ( - and failing that, I shall wrestle naked with a Grizzly bear)
xxx

All Shook Up said...

Course you do, Dreamy. (I think the key word there is "mythology") Course you do!

Jonathan said...

Oh, I wasn't trying to compliment you Selena, though neither to insult you. It's just that can't imagine getting into this quandary myself, regarding worrying about for what people esteem me, be it my stillettos or my brains, that's all.

mutleythedog said...

I have been off line for a a few days. I have to let you know that I do not fancy Indira Ghandi at all ... she is like Mother Theresa but bigger.. Shall we have a girly night in and we can compare underwear and do each others nails?