feminism

I welcome every attack against the fashion industry and its ideals.

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Vanity. Beauty. Death. About us. Style of ours tell for those who are observing a tale. Those who pay attention to our paying attention. Our interest to give an outer message without saying a word. Telling of our values to those who are interested in making an opinion, opinionated image of a person to go for, stick to or discard, an identity to like or not. It can be pretty extreme, fascist and casting a curse. How we dress, for what, for who. What are we saying via fashion is quite much and still not that interesting. Protection can be so secondary, but survival is an acute need, to please and find similar kinds. What we want to look like, that there is a message on us, much telling instantly to approve or not. Fashion is the extra layer in clothing and accessories called the personal touch, attitude, wealth, personal choice of appearance, ideology via ownership fashion owning a person. Thinking of possessing a style, someone, wearing a style to belong, a set of ideas to stand for. Being a master of style stands for what, why master style? How personal are we nowadays is matter of an opinion, but we need to stay warm. There is out of fashion, there are the in things, fabulousness, expensiveness, costly in many ways like gold, sex and youth in glitter (but do we care, because the attitude is not to give a fuck, clicky clack). Sound, smell, instant flash of couple of seconds in which we decide whether we like or not. What we think, think, think, think.  We like, like, like, like. What kind of thoughts are there to like.
To rule, to dictate, to own, to stand for. What stands out?
We do not want to express banality but luxury, sexiness, gender, affording a way of life and having age, youthfulness. That is what we choose thinking we are extraordinary with good taste, affording the taste with luring alive sexuality, position and stylishness to belong to. Style stands for knowledgeable in some ways, up to a point. Those up to date people who follow their time in context of constantly changing image of what is good to be and how to live in speed. Spending and consuming in a fast train to live a little. It’s a party. Making money, spending resources, being free to do so, having time and taking over space. How much fashion and trends represents personality, time, desires, how much people, who choose trends represent people wearing those trends, those buying trends. Superhero trendsetter choose how to look, what to represent. The chosen men and women with magic to give.
What is there to represent. If models would be average street walkers fashion would be very different not in an uninteresting way. Average is not what most want to be, but original. It is the average street-walker who spend and follow. Outstanding is cool. What is cheap? To stand out like nobody else or go with the crowd. Body shape and size dictate a lot in forms and shapes of clothes and how things look on human figure. Fashion is a necessity for us to feel good about ourselves, to express ourselves, but we can get obsessed and fucked up as we pay a lot of attention to appearance. It is not pointless nor useless. It is not useless to criticize fashion industry. Looking ab fab is rotten, a slippery road to break our backbone. It is not unimportant how clothes are manufactured, what they are made of and how we choose the clothes we wear. How we exclude and include, forget and do not see.

VIDEO: The A.R.T. of Engagement Begins With the Customer Experience http://www.clickz.com/clickz/news/2380055/video-the-art-of-engagement-begins-with-the-customer-experience 

  • bonkersdom – ”CLC” (that’s ”Courtney Love Cobain”) travels the world, texting and tweeting her barely lucid missives from the frontline of fashion, fabulousness and utter bonkersdom.

 

Defining evil is what we must do in order to

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Evil is original. It is plain and everyday. We like to deny it. It is a natural hunt and kill. It is to eat and to be eaten nonstop. It is competition and survival. Evil is what we fear. It is fear of being caught, exposed, forgotten, enslaved, fear of disappearance, of not finding meaning and love. Hate is evil, hate is our most cherished weapons. Hate is our strength. To be able to hate is to find a side. Evil as a being able to possess us, take our souls, own our spirits and in that way guide us. Evil manipulates, destroys, knows no loyalty, no respect, no love, compassion, forgiveness nor kindness. Evil is what we cannot be in order to be part of functioning society, in order to be parts of the good that is known. To hate evil is accepted and that hate is accepted to show. Decency of hate is where everyday evil lives. Justifying decency of hate, justified decency, justified anger. It is good to know what to fear and what to hate. It is good that we are known as we create ourselves to be known. Things we are afraid to do and be because our desires must not guide us. Desires are evil, knowledge is also evil. Still destruction is inevitable, despite all the rules. Still evil is what we go for, live for and want to taste, present as us and stand for. We are still living in an evil world creating it.
Evil is something not possible to  remove because it is in us. It is not separate from us therefore we need punishment and rules, following of the rules, faith in the rules. In order to place ourselves into position of righteous people we must know what is evil and how to control it. Knowing who are evil is important, because it is not me, it is not us. It is them who cannot control themselves. This could be seen as ordinary mainstream view and relationship to evil that traditionally is passed forward. It is outside and far away. We are numbed by evil still horrified, us reaching out for good, sunny salvation. We the desperate who cannot help ourselves, in need of help, acceptance and love. Evil is reaching out for us nevertheless. Evil is also something empowering and can be justified, it can be defended, we must defend ourselves. Evil can be an adored quality in a person who shows his/her bad side with no shame without hurt. That person placing herself/himself as in control of holding both good and bad playfully stating human dichotomy and contradiction. Revealing the public in public revealing herself/himself. Stating our constant battle, our fear.
Evil is malaise, corrupt, sinister, our eyes closed, nothing done, nothing that can be done. It is someone purely bad to the bone to be pushed away, someone that cannot be cured. Person realizing one’s basic instinct disregarding instructions of what is considered as sensible behavior. She the sex the irrational, insane, fallen female, tormented. Someone following his/her animal instincts, the predatory nature of his/hers. Something that cannot be helped, instinct, act and character that should be escaped, demolished and shut out, silenced. We should be able to protect ourselves from evil, from temptations, from the unknown that could hurt and take us into abyss of contempt. Into hole of un- and, non-, disrespected sub-humanity.
Evil is a thought, a deed, series of deeds, continuous body of evil deeds. Human body is evil. It desires, falls, decays, dies, is erotic, is sexual. It has to be punished, because it wants, to which mind is attached. Body is secondary animal under control of humanity, nature and divinity. Evil must be bound as must body be closed, covered, hid, tortured, kept, figured, molded. It is never good enough. It is never pure. Body that is difficult to control is imperfect. Control and work make perfection, a way to perfected and primal. Body is mortal, lustful, sinful. Body distracts our minds, our faith in good, body fails. Body leads us to uncontrollable bad, ecstasy, joy, intercourse, shame and sex. Evil has all the control as it grows. Evil does not control its need to do whatever it desires. Evil is a personification, a someone, a killer, abuser, tempter, seducer, a criminal. A prostitute is working evil, a willing abuse, sell off. Working for evil because she/he cannot escape the dream of being desired, using one’s body to survive via sex. Giving power to the evil distracting and luring, looking for customers.
To know wrong and right is dynamics of belonging to a group and finding a hierarchy, distinction between good and bad, finding identity and way in life. Solidity, collectivity, a collective working mind, agreeable same mind. Sometimes bad is accepted if it results good. It is knowing the rules, breaking them knowingly. Right and wrong, right and left, opposites to be able to play the game of civilization that punishes for bad and encourages good behavior, good for society’s need. Good is to fill in the need for good, what good is, the filling goodness fills, makes better and heals. To know and believe in the given rules, to behave, act upon them, to please, be able to punish those who break the rules, legislation, written and unwritten. Strictness and discipline finding justice and peace. To make distinction in between even though equality is what we seek, hold on to, to be able to see what is good and not, be able to forgive, let go, not hold against, make redemption happen meaning life is not black and white. That we are not the only legislators in the universe. That to be human is profoundly and basically good if we wish and yet impossible. We do not have the ultimate power over anyone, over life of anyone not even over lives of ours.
Even if it was me, my bad which is almost good compared to yours. It should not be too difficult to define and know what is evil. Evil is lurking, breathing, living and doing it’s thing all the time. We like to paint black the unfaithful, the ungodly, those who are born bad with hint of evil between their legs. A whispering beast in the dark we don’t want to meet, see, touch nor listen. We don’t want to believe in evil. To believe it exists or what the animal is saying, how it manifests itself, because it is as an entity around us. We, as us choose it to be, choose us to be. We either possess bad qualities, fight them, struggle and know evil due to what we believe in and want to be, what we have seen, have learned, have witnessed to know, what we run from. Evil is what we choose not to do and say… We choose to stay on the side of light, good, good the accepted truth, honest side of not harming nor hurting. Evil is how we choose not to treat each other. Evil is in how we perceive our meaning, meaning of humanity, what we are suppose to do in this life we are given, life we accept and call ours. Evil is up to us. We know it is wrong to take a life. Murder is the most heaviest of sins, so I don’t understand why anything justifies murder. Sin as a concept and a hammering hand is biblical moral code strongly in use in politics. Biblical evil the horrendous we are soaked in. Away, away, hide away from it in denial.

Haista Suomi vittu!

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Ai millainen kuva minulla on Suomesta. Se kulminoituu hienosti kuplina ja raja-aitoina joita on vaikea kaataa tahi ylittää. Toki puhetta ja keskustelua on runsaasti, että pitäisi tehdä sitä ja tätä, mutta päästäänkö puusta pitkään onkin toinen juttu eli tapahtuuko toiminnan muutosta, totuttujen kaavojen ja käytäntöjen muuttumista niin että yhteiskunta ravistuisi todella ja uudistuisi ajatuksiltaan, teoiltaan että ilmastoltaan. Suomea ja suomalaisia edelleen vaivaa yllätyksettömyys, rahan perässä juokseminen, sanomisen ja tekemisen pelko, pienet piirit, epämielyttävän ulkopuolelle sulkeminen. Kohtaamattomuus, ja uskalluksen puute jähmettävät koko kansakuntaa haluamaan ainaisia samoja asioita. Jähmettyneisyys tulee erinomaisesti esille taideyliopisto Aallossa, joka on luonut itselleen kaikkivoipaisen ja puhtoisen imagon paikkana, josta ponnistetaan saavuttamaan uraunelmia. Ajatuksellinen, opetuksellinen ja taiteellinen anti on kovin laiha ja tuntuu pyörivän vanhoissa hyviksi koetuissa uomissaan. Hyvä on kapea, jo nähty rata ja laihanlainen. Elitistinen leima ei katoa eikä sen halutakaan katoavan. Elitismi, muuttumattomuus ja hierarkisuus ovat osa Aallon imagoa ja kompastuskiviä. Eläkevirat ja samojen naamojen pyöriminen samoissa kuvioissa eivät auta asiaa, joka olisi toimintakulttuurin muutos. Tavat tehdä ja ajatella laahaavat jossakin kultaisissa vuosissa. Yritysraha ja suuryritysten kanssa vehtaaminen kelpaavat liiankin hyvin, epäpoliittisuus, aktivismin puute, tietämättömyys, kiinnostuksen puute ja poliittisuuden suoranainen karttaminen lyövät leimansa siihen mitä opitaan, miksi tullaan, kuinka ollaan, mitä opetetaan ja millaisina pysytään. Yritysten kanssa hyvää pataa -leikissä kärsii se, mitä varten yliopisto on olemassa. Pelko lamaannuttaa, puolueellisuus ja hännystely vievät shampanjasosialistilta kärjen ja pohjan. Kritiikkiä, erityisesti sellaista suoraa palautetta, puhetta ja tekoja jotka pyrkivät repimään elitistisiä vanhentuneita rakenteita hajalle kartetaan, halveksutaan ja pelätään eikä osata kohdata saati haluta kuulla, muuten kuin tuhahtamalla ja puolustautumalla naurahtaen (aha ha). Kritisoija on valittaja ja saa hankalan henkilön maineen. Suomi ei ole vieläkään oppinut, että hankalat ovat niitä, joita tarvitaan jos muuttuvassa maailmassa haluaa pysyä kärryillä. Mainehan se on josta tässä on kyse, josta Aallossa on kyse; Suomi-kuvasta, sen kiillottamisesta, puhtoisesta imagesta, johon ei liiallinen yhteiskunnallisuus, poliittisuus ja kriittisyys luo varjoaan. Suomen puhtoisuus on melko likainen ja säröttömyys kuviteltua pintaa. Jos mielenkiintoista keskustelua, tekoja, designia ja taidetta haluaa tuo jämähtänyt lika on pystyttävä kohtaamaan ja korjaamaan. Se on itsekritiikin paikka. Muutoksen tekeminen on vaikeaa, toivottavasti ei ylitsepääsemättömän. Toivoa sopii. Tietysti rahaa tarvitaan, eihän sitä ilman tulla toimeen diibadaapa. Pidätän hengitystä kun paska haisee.

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pus pus

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Body, to be a being, someone with mind who knows what to do.

| Henna Timanttimetsä
All the time changing, all the time under magnifying glass. Other people’s bodies, body of one’s own in comparison as we look at ourselves and those other bodies everywhere. What does it look like,  my body, what does it do, how is it among bodies. There is always a flaw, a peculiarity, difference and lack. The wholeness of a body is taken for granted as is wholeness of mind, meaning something that should be, an ideal we must have and be. The idea of wholeness of keeping it, the ideal, them, our bodies the body and mind together working fluently. A product of modern society is one kind of package of wholeness, keep it together tightly. An absurdity and megalomaniac dream is to set an ideal which idolizes surface. It is to bring hectic stress, a dream which is intensely plastic and to the core science fiction. To reach a perfection for which standards are set by entertainment industry is a peculiar way to live life. Standards for body, living, exercising, clothing, moving, saying, making, for communication, for homes, things to have, what to be like in order to create a perfected image of modern success. Success is the things. Success of things.
Why do we accept such ongoing grandiose and an obvious road of self-destruction is the puzzling question in the matter of building life, making it and making oneself. Why do we knowingly choose the path of fast forward marathon desiring to go further and further, discarding and consuming nonstop, finding pleasure in simultaneous short term impulses giving feeling of rush. Rush and hurry seem to be the ones we need to feel our existence is real. We need those elements to let others know it as well that there is a hype and speed stating our importance. It does not look like self-destruction. It looks like fun.
This body that does things as it was a machine made to create magnificent life. Human body is magnificent itself, but not all mighty.

Finisterra maailmanloppu the end of the world

| Henna Timanttimetsä

It is in repeat, in repetition that is not changed, pattern that is not questioned.
A constant need for something, to be something with that something gained, that needs to be named.
What happens, what will I make happen in this idea of constant, a moment that is moving, a movement of individuals of constant, making moves to make a change that does not eventually end up changing much, or anything.

The end of the world and a world is when worlds of mine and yours come to an end as they were, as we obviously have learned to know them and as we have lived them. To live a world and to end a world as it is a possession and is many worlds simultaneously. World is an it and them, an I, a persona. Worlds as minds and bodies, a body which we penetrate violently without reaching the world we wanted. Because we do not understand our hostility, strangeness of our own which is an obvious part of the world, the unknown. We escape it, because we are afraid of it. We try to possess and destroy strangeness of that other, but never of our own. We just silence it, the it in us, hide it to nonexistence and solitude.

Illusion of superiority, to live an illusion

| Henna Timanttimetsä

We like to sink in illusion, believe in it as it is the perfected truth, another kind of reality. Illusion is so beautiful and it can be bought. Illusion makes one beautiful in the illusion and for those others who live the same image. Out of many reasons we like to remain in the state of oblivion. Laziness of mind, ease of it, of not paying attention, making an effort, not knowing that illusion is an illusion, not wanting to know, unwillingness to believe there is something wrong, that something else would be better and truer. Sink in imagined perfection that is fed for us via images as someone kind, perfect and gentle is telling us how and why this is what we should want, this is what everybody should be like, an idea of ourselves, and what we are supposed to be, where we are supposed to be. What we are is born out of comparison. Not making a distinction between illusion, because that is dangerous. I do not exist without that other, without dreaming. I have to belong with others to exist as human and be with a group of similar kinds with the same illusion.

Idea of a person, of me, you, persons that are born out of spoken words, adults, adulthood, proper and improper images, advertising, movies, liking, disliking and mutual understanding of what superiority is, what is good, what is perfection, what is there to achieve for us as sexes, origins, places and individuals as a group. What we are supposed to be is a collective understanding, a result of collective comprehension and we must understand and discard anything that breaks, anything that disturbs, anything that we cannot understand. Because we are unable to repair. We are scared of that moment of being broken inside, being separated. Of having to face that person who is needy and weak. Who says things that you do not want to hear, you say you do not understand. That person is crazy, that person is anything you are not.

So what is the illusion here, one might ask. What is the superior and seemingly perfect should be always questioned. We compare, but we do not necessarily use the information found via comparison to evolve, but we use it to compete and win in jealous gaming and to make division building barriers, not connections.

 

The essence of evil

You don’t have to be a monster or a madman to dehumanise others. You just have to be an ordinary human being

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”To appreciate how effortlessly we bisect the world into outward appearance and inner reality, one need only consider cinematic portrayals of vampires. Under most circumstances, vampires are indistinguishable from genuine human beings. You might strike up a conversation with one in a bar without having any suspicions at all, until the moment she sinks her fangs into your throat. ” http://aeon.co/magazine/society/how-does-dehumanisation-work/

When all one can do is to create. That is quite much, the urge to create, have an idea and act upon it despite whether the urge is melancholy or not, despite the pressure there may be, despite does someone else like it or not.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Her hers, into her, out of her

| Henna Timanttimetsä

This is her hand, this is her other hand, this is her arm
this is her index finger, look where she is pointing at
this is her hands in the air, what things are in her hands