I'm not quite sure who said it, but whoever stated that "ignorance is bliss" definitely knew what they were talking about, and they must have had Christina Rees in mind when they said it.
Anybody who could walk away from a Richard Diebenkorn exhibit ["Empty beach," March 26] feeling perplexed because she didn't find the bathtub, towel rack, beach scene, shoreline, sand, trees, water, and "recognizable layouts" in a series of highly subjective, personal paintings and then have the unmitigated gall to call one of America's foremost contemporary painters "dull" has about as much business writing art critiques as the N.E.A. has delegating national morals.
How do you explain people like this? Maybe she got hit in the head by a flying chair at a recent taping of a Jerry Springer episode. Maybe her mother bathed her in pools of DDT as a child. Maybe she's a "Dallas Debutante" whose silicone breasts are slowly relocating to her cranium with each passing beat of her heart. Perhaps it's a combination of all of the above, but more than likely, the answer lies in one simple concept. The only thing in life that's free these days is people's opinions. And man oh man, do they ever love to give them! You can ask anybody their opinion on anything, and they will gladly start spouting off like some hyperactive humpback whale in the heated throes of passion simply because it makes them feel like they've "enriched" our lives by enlightening us with their valuable knowledge and keen insights.
What we so often forget is to consider the source. Easily 98 percent of the time these opinions are rooted in improvisational bullshit, as is evident in Ms. Rees' attempt to cover for the fact that she couldn't think of anything intelligent to say about Diebenkorn's paintings, so she opted to take us all on a 20th-century art history lesson that sounds like it was culled from some outdated, third-generation Cliffs Notes.
It's a given that Dallas is considered a cultural wasteland, but if it expects to become anything greater than a string of liquor stores and topless bars strung along a series of litter-ridden, pock-marked cow trails, people are going to have to kick off their spurs and chaps and get in step with the rest of the world. Perhaps one place to start would be by making sure that only those with qualitative opinions should take the podium.
Sure, it's OK to hate abstract art--didn't it make you feel better to read that it's called "positive reinforcement" and was intended as justification to all those millions of people who are desperately seeking bathtubs in a swirl of Cadmium Yellow and just don't get it? But let us not forget that it is also OK to despise people who try to mask their ignorance by authoritatively dismissing cultural icons as "lacking universality."
I for one propose that perhaps it's not Richard Diebenkorn that is lacking in universality, but instead Ms. Rees who appears to have about as much sensitivity and cultural acumen as a used toothpick sitting on a Sonic parking lot, and seems to be better qualified to be taking urine samples at the Fort Worth Stockyard Show.
Give me more "meditative stuff"--I desperately need it to soothe the anguished pain I feel from being buried in the mire of ignorant close-mindedness.
Boys will be boys
As a committed reader and supporter of the Dallas Observer, I've come to "know" Laura Miller, Rose Farley, Thomas Korosec, Miriam Rozen, Mark Stuertz, and Robert Wilonsky. They are among the finest investigative reporters one could find anywhere--and the awards they've collectively earned confirm it. Thus, the pain I felt when I read Christine Biederman's article on "The Jones boys" [April 2]. She is no Miller, et al. It seemed like a fluff piece, but are they really that preppy-boy clean?
Was their case truly one of "sexual harassment" or was it a nail-the-president, get millions of bucks in free media publicity and get-ready-to-collect big bucks in future cases as a result? They undoubtedly knew that harassment involves repeated actions of inappropriate, obnoxious, offensive, and unwanted behavior. If they are not repeated toward or against the same individual, the behavior may be inappropriate, but it is not harassment.
We live in a society in which, in spite of the "feminist revolution," some old standards still hold: Men make the first move. Men are still the ones who risk rejection every time they try to meet a woman who attracts them. They are the ones with "lines" ranging from the comedic to the sexually suggestive to the patently offensive. Each time they use it, they either "score"--though not necessarily sexually--or they "crash." But is that first attempt a case of sexual harassment? If so, almost every guy who uses a sexually implicit or explicit "line" in a bar, at a dance, convention, etc., to pick up a woman is guilty!