(Picture from Sousstyle)
I’ve moved. So, naturally, in an effort to display how much of a cultured gentleman I am, I want some plants. But why do I really want them?
The answer’s an obvious one; to impress a lady. Jon Moy wrote a great piece about muses that inspired this post. You should read it but basically he says that girls are the reason he does everything he does (everything cool at least). And while I’ll be the first to admit it’s a big reason behind the things I do, it’s not everything. And, let’s face it, plants aren’t a dating deal breaker. But what really struck me was the idea of a muse in the first place.
My idea of a muse has always been a comical one. The scene: a man (let’s say it’s me, for the sake of the story) tapping away pensively on a typewriter while a beautiful woman lays on a chaise lounge and poses endlessly. She speaks only in vague statements and says ‘Dahling’ in a way you want to hate but end up liking.
But beyond this comi-dream, I’d never really thought of women as muses - ethereal, otherworldly creatures who’s lives are infinitely more interesting than my own. Instead I’ve always viewed at as two people with a common goal but who have to have two separate ways of going about it. It’s the reason why I’ve never been a fan of Jake Davis videos - they always made women muses, but never made them people. We all want the same things after all - someone who loves us, sleeps with only us, understands us and doesn’t pull a face when we show our weirder sides - so why make it so complicated?
Anyway, ignore me. I’m on the internet looking at plants.