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lizwilliams) wrote2005-11-30 10:18 am
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A little rant
This from
karentraviss: The more creative a person is, the more sexual partners they are likely to have, UK investigators have found. Artists and poets had an average of four to 10 sexual partners, compared to three for non-creative types, Newcastle and Open University teams discovered.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/4479628.stm
One has to ask oneself: is this because artistic types are inherently more attractive, or just more badly behaved? It's an issue which has been annoying me somewhat over the weekend in the wake of George Best's demise - a lot of the coverage has been along the lines of 'yes, he was a drunk and a wife beater. But what a character, eh? And a genius footballer!' Tyson gets the same kind of coverage. Since when was athleticism an excuse?
If you're single, or in an agreed polyamorous relationship, then fair enough: it's no one's business but your own. But I'm sure we have all run into a few folk who think that writing second-rate novels or painting indifferent oils somehow gives them a free access-all-areas pass into other people's relationships, or allows them to run around behind their partners' backs ('And that's okay because we're so WONDERFULLY CREATIVE and free in our expression!'). I blame Augustus John, Eric Gill and all those late 19th century artistes who thought that their genius entitled them to shag anything that moved: other people's maids, their own kids...And carries right through to the Bloomsbury Group, a bunch of mediocre poseurs if ever there was one (with the exception of V Woolf), the Factory, and pretty much any rock star you care to mention. It probably reaches its culmination with Anais Nin, who really wasn't all that good at anything except having lots of sexual partners.
I don't think genius entitles you to anything except acknowledgment that you're good at something. I don't really care all that much about other people's lives - but I'd like it if, just to keep a balance, some creative person with a long, dull, everyday marriage was celebrated, precisely for that.
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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/4479628.stm
One has to ask oneself: is this because artistic types are inherently more attractive, or just more badly behaved? It's an issue which has been annoying me somewhat over the weekend in the wake of George Best's demise - a lot of the coverage has been along the lines of 'yes, he was a drunk and a wife beater. But what a character, eh? And a genius footballer!' Tyson gets the same kind of coverage. Since when was athleticism an excuse?
If you're single, or in an agreed polyamorous relationship, then fair enough: it's no one's business but your own. But I'm sure we have all run into a few folk who think that writing second-rate novels or painting indifferent oils somehow gives them a free access-all-areas pass into other people's relationships, or allows them to run around behind their partners' backs ('And that's okay because we're so WONDERFULLY CREATIVE and free in our expression!'). I blame Augustus John, Eric Gill and all those late 19th century artistes who thought that their genius entitled them to shag anything that moved: other people's maids, their own kids...And carries right through to the Bloomsbury Group, a bunch of mediocre poseurs if ever there was one (with the exception of V Woolf), the Factory, and pretty much any rock star you care to mention. It probably reaches its culmination with Anais Nin, who really wasn't all that good at anything except having lots of sexual partners.
I don't think genius entitles you to anything except acknowledgment that you're good at something. I don't really care all that much about other people's lives - but I'd like it if, just to keep a balance, some creative person with a long, dull, everyday marriage was celebrated, precisely for that.
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And yes, I agree with you on George Best. I really fail to comprehend his deification over the last few weeks. He was a drunk, who wasted a perfectly good liver transplant that could have gone to someone else, and still be keeping them alive, as well as all the rest.
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*though this may be the way the films in question - bios of Iris Murdoch, Frida Kahlo, Jacqueline du Pre' - were reviewed / reported on, rather than reflecting the content of the movies.
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thank you.
"open" university indeed. ::grins::
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"Smart" isn't a get-out-of-jail-free card for acting like a jerk. Quite to the contrary, the way I was brought up, perhaps too severely so. And it certainly isn't a passport to the resentment of other people's success that I often witness. I wish people would just grow UP.
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I think the article may just have been an excuse to show a picture of David Tennent as Casanova!
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Bloomsburies...
I don't entirely agree with your assessment of them, either. Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant were very minor painters, it is true, but they and Fry helped create an understanding of far better ones. Strachey was a definite minor talent who singlehandedly rewrote, for good or ill, the concept of what it is to be a biographer. Keynes - I would argue that he was a significant prose stylist apart from being one of the most important economists ever. Lopokova was a great dancer - though I don't know whether she counts as part of the group. The Nicholsons were a waste of space in many ways, I'll give you that, but again, they are pretty marginal to the Group as such. And if you are allowed them, you have to include Russell, Eliot and Hope Mirlees...
Eliot was not much for screwing around, as far as we know, but was a shit. Mozart was a horndog, but seems to have done little harm to himself or the women he slept with, because he stuck to women who, like his wife and her sisters, were players in their own right.
I'd argue that the significant question is always the consequences of what people did and do - great artists seem as split as the rest of the human race on that one.
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The most promiscuous people I've known have been biochemists and engineers. Do I think that means anything about biochemists and engineers? No, I do not.
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George Best
THANK YOU! I'm more of a rugby fan myself, but I can appreciate Best's artistry as a uniquely talented footballer. But I can't see why his appalling behaviour over the years has suddenly become invisible. Ye gods! I've just heard on the radio that the preparations for his funeral in Belfast are on a par with those of St Diana of Hearts (and I thought she was a jumped up baggage too and I didn't vote for her).
Ho hum... off to the Bloody Tower for me after that statement, no doubt...
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It's the same as readers thinking that if you've published one book, you're a millionaire. Part ignorance, part hope.
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With Elinor Glyn
On a tiger skin
Or would you prefer
To err
With her
On some other fur?
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