Gary Justis

Gary Justis
Location
Bloomington, Illinois, US
Birthday
April 04
Bio
Gary Justis has worked primarily in the area of kinetic sculpture for the last 32 years. He lived and worked in Chicago from 1977 to 1999. He currently resides in Bloomington Illinois, where he teaches and writes stories about his actual experiences. (please take a look at his "Sculpture" link for more info)

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JANUARY 23, 2009 7:53PM

Our Finest Vanity Questions

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"Does this picture of my new haircut make my nose look big?"
 
 
(note: anatomical distortion is computer generated for extreme comic effect)

 

 

 

 

This piece is inspired by the Posts:

“Does This Computer Make My Ass Look Fat?” by Bill S .............and



 
The questions we form around ourselves, directed at others to find answers, sometimes clearly define our small insecurities. We want to appear acceptable, for the most part, in taking our place within the collective culture. For so many people, how we look depends on the reaction of “the rest of us”… Helping us to clear out the things that cause other eyes to linger…those other eyes making assessments on our sanity in choosing “that outfit”, or “that menace of a haircut.”

With our siblings, some of us were fortunate to have vocal, honest critics. For me, it came in the form of my big brother. He was very good at metaphor and analogy in his youthful criticism.

“I am feasting, at Gare-ee’s nose which never runs dry!..........”

The creativity of substituting words with an old church hymn, popular poem or song was never lost on me, and sometimes I had the final laugh as I saw my brother being grounded by Dad for the unprovoked insults.

My brother's little jingles did, nonetheless call attention to my various body parts, and naturally being young enough to discover many complex forms of feelings of inferiority and self loathing, I looked in the mirror, thinking:

“Does my nose really run like a fountain?”

I was trying to find evidence of my own unusual, physical anomalies. No matter the amount of assurance from my parents I was normal looking, I wanted to find the things the other most important people in my life (my brother, his friends, my peers, and bigger kids) found so glaringly offensive.

In working with students, I find I have to become an involuntary critic outside of the acceptable limits of their various sculpture projects. I do this service reluctantly, somewhat assuaged in the notion that it is a metaphor for the larger world. Some of the questions teasingly move us into the realm of abstraction……
 
 
 
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"Professor Justis, does this portable easel/bag holder/child carrier
make my posture look bad?"
 
 
 
lottery self
 
"You can be honest Professor Justis. Does this hat make my head look small?"
 
 
 
When we step outside of the learning institution, succumbing to the demands to make aesthetic evaluations of our friend’s, spouse's, or acquaintance’s looks, is a great responsibility.

I’ve never done it with any success:


“Does this antiquated, torn, filthy, gawdy dress make my ass look fat?”

“No, but it does make me question your attitude towards my opinion.”

“Sorry I asked!...........”



I’ve always been surprised at the things people have asked me about their own appearance. And for me, I am surprised at myself for the things I have asked.

It would be very interesting for readers to share their most interesting, embarrassing, enlightening, etc. vanity questions……either asked, or received. Share the best ones, no matter how inconceivable they seem to be...
 
 
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"Just right........"

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I really love your directness and clarity. I don't have to wade though to find your meaning...and it's funny! What we do to ourselves....insecurity? I'm too insecure to think of anything. Later.
(GREAT BUN SHOT)
A friend of mine, who was tired of the question, gave me a button that said, "DOES MY FAT ASS MAKE MY ASS LOOK FAT?"
Carol, You will be more secure as you think of a memory or two....wait a minute......Your just fine the way you are!

fingerlakes, That is a great one!! Thanks!
Of course, Gary, it's all perception. Like politics. I was raised by a mother who smoked to keep her weight down. They call that an eating disorder today. Because HER mother was a size 14, and GASP(!) I was a size 16, momma was a FReaked out by her daughter. So, to get to your ?, she always dressed me in untucked shirts to cover my best ASS of my life (harummph), and at one point she told me my forehead was really big and that's why she always cut bangs. She was a hairdresser. You cannot count the ways she controlled. Fact is, I do NOT have a large forehead. She is just warped.
Such a witty post. Love the visuals, too.

I've had a few backhanded vanity questions directed at me : are you eyes really that blue? Are you a natural blonde? How do you get your hair so straight? Are those your real eyelashes?

I used to ask my husband things like: what shoes do you like best with this outfit? What earrings do you like best? Am I showing too much cleavage?

Nothing terrible original.
Does this post make the creative part of my brain look dessicated?
It is perception......and I see folks with great self control, great powers of concentration, and a tendency towards positive thoughts live with glaring deficiencies, pointed to by others (tactless folks) but essentially non-issues...

Emma, there will be more and unusual ones......
I appreciate the spirit of you posts but my insecurites so far exceed my securities that it would be too long a post should I try to list them.

You are reminding us that we are ridiculously hard on ourselves -- sometimes because of something someone said in childhood that stays with us.
Sandra............I'm not sure there is a post in this Universe, or any other that could make that so. I have a feeling your mind is a force of nature in itself........with winds that blow us into unfamiliar territory....
Oh Gary, this is just so funny!!..but so hard to answer honestly. I'm gonna get you for this one. That hat makes your ears stick out, ya know? You know how brutal kids can be...I remember I had been able to buy a new dress for a wedding I was going to. There was a bunch of little kids ...about 10 years old...old enough to bleed, but too young to butcher...at the house where my friends and I met up. The little bastards were saying how nicw my friends looked, but when they got to me, they were laughing and pointing, saying "julie, you look like a man with a dress on". Oh, and they thought that was just the funniest thing. I've always had terrible posture and as a kid I was super skinny.I mean like 88#s. My whole family had scoliosis. So I was just a hunched back daddy long legs.
real pretty,huh?
Dorinda......please ..........this is your space to reflect......for as long as you like....the server they use can do the work holding all these thoughts. The thoughts reflected on from childhood, interpreted in ways that we can accept and move smoothly past are of interest.......especially to me, as you surly know.
Thanks for coming by, and come back if you want.....
junk1 you made it! Kids are such little bastards sometimes.....
I have a slight spine problem and i have been called names all my life.
Believe me......I know the heartache of being teased. There are things about our physical appearance that become blunted with age and they don't bother us anymore......we can sometimes joke about them among intimates. I'm at an age where it's not an issue. I am more enamored with the life of the mind.
I was born with a future body somewhat like a Barbie doll with shorter legs. It is hard on my back and caused me all kinds of undue attention.

I only ask myself the question, "Does this make my boobs less prominent without squashing them under my armpits?" The proof of that question would be too humiliating to have occur outside my dressing mirror.

I will leave you to develop your own visual of this situation.
Yeah, my poor best friend. I used her as a sounding board to see what aspects of my thoughts were crazy-crazy and which were merely creative. I could always read the truth on her face :)
Does this massive mound of flesh protruding from my backside make my ass look big? Well, yes, to be quite honest, it does...

“We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.” - Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach

“The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance.” - Samuel Butler

I laughed, and it made me think. Two things I need to do more of.
My bro

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Your wit and humor just give me a big smile, Gary.
Hard to say which causes people more trouble, self-perception or self-deception. At the risk of offending some here I'm sure, I have a hard time understanding plastic surgery - especially when it's taken to excess. I mean it's gotta be freaky to be Kenny Rogers or Joan Rivers and not be able to recognize yourself in a mirror. That's not intended as humor.
Oh, if I didn't like your post so much, I might be tempted to say "hateful post," but that's just because it has me thinking about my wicked, wicked vanity (I mean "wicked" in the Bostonian sense of that word---which is to say, a favorite secular adjective.)

As I've said before, I'm 4'10"---"does *living* make me look short?

Though, funny thing, most of my friends don't see me as short. As my brother Frank has often said, "you play bigger than you are."
Let's see, I know I have junk in the trunk, this baby got back, Sir Mixalot likes me so that can't be my query. Though I have to admit that, upon seeing photos of yours truly from the rear, I still declare, "I can't believe that's my ass." And you know I have insecurities up the aforementioned. Sooo... my pediatrician way back when (mine not the kids') had bug eyes and I am always paranoid, having extremely large eyes, that mine look all buggy, too. So every time I look at photos from a social event, I scan them looking for buggy eyes. It's my secret paranoia that I have just shared with you (and the majority of OS-ers) and never with another person. Ever.
After a stumbling home from the bars late one night at nineteen years old, I was whiskey bit, and I suddenly felt this idiotic need to ask my friend Daniel, if he thought I was pretty. I inhaled deeply on my cigarette, and braced myself for his response, as he is a true cynical asshole. I held in my breath, while he critically studied my face from a few angles. He took a drink of warm beer, looked at me with the straightest face and replied, "I would, if your nostrils weren't so unreasonably large."
To this day, that comment still shocks me. Do I seriously have unreasonably large nostrils? What constitutes UNREASONABLY large? Too bad for stupid Daniel, because once a year he receives a drunken phone call from me, demanding to discuss the matter further!
Hey Susanne, Maybe TMI……but We are friends, and I trust a better explanation some time……….whew….

Hylaean, friends like that ned to be nurtured to take our craziness in stride….seeing the practicality in all we dish out!

Greg, You should have that looked at.
Thanks or the quotes…….Marie’s especially!

Hi Rob, I hope the smile adds some sunshine to your day and your family’s as well…

Tom, I think they get used to it. In a drawing class, we had a mirror arrangement that made everyone look to them selves as they would to other people. Everyone was shocked………but after awhile. We got used to it, the brain had adjusted to the skewed proportions.

m.a.h, some folks just seem very large…Napoleon was one of the best examples.
I would not try to lift you physically. I’m sure there is enough character there to weigh a ton.

Jane, you have some very imaginative relatives! Ball bearing? Ouch!

Lauren, they are not “Buggy”…….as some have said, “They are the most soulful eyes I have ever seen…..Good Paragraph BTW……wow!

Ashley, I have not noticed, since I have seen you up close. The only thing I thought when I first met you was, “Wow, she is really attractive!” And later, “Wow, her writing is incredible!”

Jane, some of our less tactful friend should be bitch-slapped (well, maybe only conceptually).
Ya know, I once thought I had a crooked smile. Really. It always looked crooked in pictures of me in school photos and it really bothered me at the time. I thought I had a deformed mouth or something. I've never mentioned this to anyone before. Your post made me remember this youthful vanity and feeling of "less than."
Single digit age can leave some lasting scars and memories.
I'm long over it, Gary. But I was wondering if you could critique my avatar because I am pretty sure I look a little crooked or something. I just can't put my finger on it!
Good question, Gary. Actually it is kind of difficult.

As I have aged I have gotten a bit less vane each year. Until now. This year there is a different kind of insecurity that has arisen, not to a great extent but I do think about it.

I am now 70 and Sue is still 16 years younger, that never seems to change, but the percentage difference between our ages gets smaller all the time. When I am 208 years old and she is 192 the difference won't be much! ;-).

Meanwhile I do sometimes wonder if Sue will continue to find me attractive since she is no where near that point where her age shows much. People take her for being anywhere from 45 to 55.

And I showed little aging in pictures taken between about 55 and 68. Some aging now is more obvious to me now, but I still don't look my age - yet. It is more an insecurity in my mind than a vanity issue. But all vanity ultimately stems from insecurity, so it is really the same thing.

Monte
Oh, man. I went through my entire 8th grade year trying to keep my nose covered because I that it was so terribly ugly....I wanted a nice straight roman nose, instead I got a little button. I still can't say I'm really crazy about my nose, but at least I don't go around covering it up all the time. I have been known, from time to time, to ask if my nose is too pudgy. I usually get a sort of incredulous look which tells me it's all in my head.
My second wife's technique for self-examination cured me of anxiety about appearance. She explained that there are two (2) kinds of mirrors: "Authorized" mirrors, and "Unauthorized" mirrors. Authorized mirrors are typically indoors, in your own home and are surrounded by flattering lighting. Unauthorized mirrors are outdoors, in the mall, in friend's homes, and include reflective store windows, car mirrors, etc. The key is never, ever to look in an Unauthorized mirror. This simple technique, which requires a bit of discipline to learn, has bolstered M. Chariot's confidence in his appearance considerably.
TMI? Does that mean Taxes, Maintenance and Insurance? I mean, they do take up some real estate...
I think artists have a tendency to see things from entirely different perspectives in terms of color, "beauty", proportion, depth and dimension. It is kind of a built in mechanism. I was very mature looking for my age (in high school, I looked like I was part of the faculty) and had only one date but many friends. I didn't really grow into "myself" until my early 30's and to this day, continue to become more of who I am (not not in mass, mind you). I've earned every gray hair I am getting and am lucky to have good genes when it comes to aging gracefully. I have quite a large scar on my arm from an accident I suffered as an infant and was never ashamed or embarrassed if people saw it. I think that was a big part of accepting myself as I am at a very early age. I've said this in a few posts. Dont seek beauty. Find beauty. It's always there.....
I have thick, wavy beautiful brown hair. After a shower, I would smear some goop through it, blow-dry it and admire it. Perfect. It looked like hell the rest of the day. I checked it out in every mirror, ran my fingers through it. I had to carry a comb, of course. I went through dozens of hair stylists. They layered, they trimmed and as I came to realize I was uncomfortable with it, they told me I had to grow it out before they could do anything with it.

I quit my hair.

Five years ago I went to Target and got hair-buzzer thing. I leave about one quarter inch everywhere. It takes ten minutes every two weeks. My friends at worked teased me bout the "Petco" look, and asked me if I got a flea bath with the haircut, but soon enough I figured out how to make it look nice.

Now I have all this free time to worry about my nose.
Hi Cathy…your avatar, and the pictures I saw of you on Lonnie’s blog show a beautiful, symmetrical face….I have looked at many faces…….A+

Monte, yes, I get the age questions a lot. And I know how the importance of them changes through the years, with the changes in what gravity unmercifully visits on our faces and body. I get age questions from other folks and my spouse as we all move into our 5o’s and 60's. With our friends, we sometimes have to become good liars.

With my lovely wife, LJ, I am sincere….always……she is a beauty beyond measure.

Mer, I’ll bet it’s a lovely nose…….adored by everyone.

Monsieur, I like the concept of the two mirrors. We must avoid the Unauthorized ones at all costs!

Hello Patricia, I once saw a European film about a filmmaker, who wanted to fim a young lady, who’s back was turned to him. She warned him that he probably did not want to see her face. He insisted she turn around. When she did, the audience realizes her face is terribly disfigured. The filmmaker character, gasps, then moves his camera in close, saying, “I want to film the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen!” (I am paraphrasing) This film sequence, a masterful work of art, changed the way I looked at people forever…Art does that.

Jimmy, I’ll bet you are very good at it by now, and think of the time and money saved. We all fuss so much sometimes. I shaved my head once in the 70’s.
Mothers would grab their children and hold them close if I went into a supermarket. Folks threw things from cars at me. But it was the 70’s, so what did I do? I decided to hitchhike across the US………really smart! I came near death and injury several times, but that is for another story.
This is one of those questions where I had to hear what the rest of the crowd had to say first.

Questions this good (and as a fellow "adult educator") I know GOOD. Questions this good are rare.

So here's my entry for a vanity question. It's one word.

"Really?"

Applicable ANYWHERE.

("God, that was good for me, was it good for you? Oh yeah, you're the best ever Roger." . . . .

"Really?

Brilliant piece of writing Roger.

"Really?"

Of course I've got the vanity totally under control. Haven't asked "Really?" in oh. . .at least 5 minutes.
Love all the photos here and your ponderings!

I think I tend not to ask these types of questions. I'm too afraid of the answers.

I had a friend years ago who said, "Men are smart. They know not to ask questions like Do I need to lose weight? like women do." I think she was right - I don't hear men ask those questions. Is that changing??
The HS aged child of a band mate asked me if I were going for the "comb over" look. Ouch. I stared her down and asked if she truly thought from my overall appearance that I possessed one ounce of vanity. Really? Loved this piece and especially the images.
Good post. I'm not even going to begin listing questions, though. :)
OK, I'll 'fess up. I have a very short, upturned nose. I was teased relentlessly as a child about it, and later on, people even called me Miss Piggy. The horror. I have spent many a ridiculous moment pressing firmly down on my nose in a vain (ha!) effort to make it appear longer. But with the wisdom of my years, I now no longer care.

It helps that noses like mine are more popular than they used to be, but I am always on the lookout for someone with a nose even more upturned than mine!
Oh, Gary...Is the whole of the human race just so pathetic, and needy? Can it be that this is our destiny?
After my third pregnancy in three years I gave up on vanity. Really...all it did was bring me down. We are just too hard on ourselves aren't we? I had three healthy, beautiful babies and the stretch marks to prove it. So what?
Today Sweet Husband and I were in the car and were laughing at eachother. We were going to the store in our winter greys and I told him how cute he looked. He replied that he didn't really want to look cute...it just messed with his life! Ha Ha Ha! We both agreed that if we looked any better (kidding, right?) that life would just be too hard. We wanted folks to like us for our stellar brains and not our devastingly good looks. Heee Hee Hee. Still giggling here. Seriously tho, what's wrong with just being yourself in this life? Healthy and happy are my goals.
Great post Gary. And may I say this? Your talent and wit make you one very attractive guy.
I wrote a whole comment which apparently got eaten. Trying again. If two show up, Gary, pls delete this one.

This is a timely question for me, having just posted pics of my wedding 27 years ago. I got many nice compliments about me then and now. I've found aging less troubling that I had feared. Partly it's good genes. Mostly it's a husband who adores all my parts and thinks I look the same as our wedding day (bless his love blindness). I have to admit I do look in the mirror and wonder who that woman is and why she doesn't look as young as I feel.

One vanity I do have, which all who know me can attest is actually true: I'm a fairly attractive women but the camera almost always makes me look like a troll. (SORRY, Freaky!) Must be something with facial planes and angles. It's frustrating, but hey, that should be my worst problem.
I have almost never asked such a question. Most of the time, the truth is not what someone who asks it wants to hear.
Roger, “Really?” …….that’s a god one.a little abstract, but nonetheless good!

Thanks so much Silkstone! Maybe we are changing a little. I ask LJ about my weight once in awhile……the answer is always the same, “G, you need to do more ‘push-aways’.”

Stacey I wish I could have been beside you doing a “Double Staredown.”

Delia Thanks, you may think of something later….

I am so glad you came back Ms Peel. To me, all noses are fascinating.
Except for mine……entering rooms 2 minutes before I do.

I don’t know junk1…….it may herald the end of the world as we know it.

Hi Grace! We are hard on ourselves until later middle age, when humor raises it’s merciful head……then some of us do move into the “cute” realm. Ther is mercy in the world.

Sally……everyone knows that. I like the new avatar! You have good (facial) angles by the way.

Hey Procopius……the truth can be both brutal and kind……I’ll take kind!
If your ass looks fat it's because it's fat. Is there really any more to say about this? The pants are always the scapegoat in this deception. I have legs as robust as a pair of pipe cleaners. I don't wear tight pants, not because they "make my legs look skinny", but because they show how skinny they are. That pin that F.L.W. described? I gave one of those to my ex girlfriend, a statement which I think tells its own story.
I love that "easel hat". Give that guy an "A".
Emma wrote"I have spent many a ridiculous moment pressing firmly down on my nose in a vain (ha!) effort to make it appear longer."

As a child I used to try and blow my dimples out. This is a great post. Gary do you know the name of that film about the disfigured lady?
One of the more honest and funny things my husband ever said to me was this: "Men love curves. We don't care how they get there. We love them. Period."

I used to have genetic bags under my eyes. I got tired of people asking me if I was tired when I wasn't. That was cosmetic surgery that was worth every penny...did you hear that Tom?

Gary, I don't how you think of these posts with the most unique themes, but keep them coming...
Bob, thanks for coming by i hope you are rested from your tour!
Hatchet, that device can carry almost any situation......

Natilie, thank you for the nice comment. I am wracking my brain trying to remember the name of the film. I did a search and came up empty. I think it may be, "The Man Behind the Camera, Italian, 1950's or 60's

Mare,
We do love curves,.......any radius. thanks for the nice comment.
I would like to have my bags looked at.
This brilliant piece makes my Super-ego look deflated.
Matt, I had many deflation experiences myself reading your incredible work.

thank you for your comment my friend!
I think this post is making my buffalo hump bigger!!!

Wonderful, Gary ... love the illustrations best!!!
HOW did I miss this post?
Brilliant, if very very belated , praise.