Posted in brought, thought by juliobesq on January 6, 2009

My mask arrived today.

Dressing up is very much a part of childhood, but as we become adults the term migrates from fantasy to represent sophistication. We dress to impress the world, showing our internal view of ourselves, not seeing this as “dressing-up” but as an outer skin of our taste and personality.

We don’t dress in adulthood to present a make-believe version of ourselves. Not in the context of pleasure anyway; the suit or office uniform has a large part in role playing – we are assured by the doctor’s white coat, the mechanics overalls. I have friends in the security and legal professions whose workaday appearance will instill immediate confidence but whose after-hours behaviour belies their trade.

I not sure where this mask fetish has crept up from, the first perceivable surfacing was performing in You Me Bum Bum Train where the originators dress as a matador and majorette; even though they don’t actually appear in the show. Then The Incredibles was on television, Soni aged three popped round to show off his Buzz Lightyear costume, and by New Year’s Eve there were actual people wearing masks on the underground – I was jealous.

So I brought a mask. It’s fun. I’ve overheard the phrase ‘mid-life crisis’ in the household, who knows. There is a Kate Moss quote that goes “My mum used to say to me, ‘you can’t have fun all the time,’ and I used to say, ‘why not?’. Why the fuck can’t I have fun all the time?”.

She goes on to spoil it with moral overtones, but yeah… why the fuck can’t you have fun all the time?

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  1. atom said, on January 7, 2009 at 11:37 am

    how is a mask a midlife crisis? unless it’s a porche mask I suppose ;-)

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