Archive for the ‘Ask Jay’ Category
“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained.” Mark Twain
Question 1: Why don’t men like to be asked questions like, “Do you love me?” or, “How do you feel about me?”
Answer: Men display love through actions, not words. The fact that a man does something nice [unsolicited] for a woman speaks volumes. On the second question, men are repulsed by women with inferiority issues if only because it renders their “conquests” meaningless.
Question 2: “How many people have you slept with?”
Answer: I don’t know.
Question 3: How do you feel about cheating?
Answer: The same way I feel about female passive-aggression, which I’ve discussed ad nauseam.
Question 4: Do you check out other women when you’re on a date?
Answer: Yes. But both genders are guilty of this practice. One’s just more discrete.
Question 5: Would you enjoy a threesome?
Answer: It’s not a preoccupation of mine, but sure, given the right circumstances, why not?
Question 6: Would you let a girlfriend drive your sports car?
Answer: On an empty road in broad daylight.
Question 7: Can a girl join a bunch of guys on their night out?
Answer: As long as she doesn’t inhibit their arrested adolescence.
Question 8: Do you usually know what a woman is thinking?
Answer: Sure. It’s usually several things at once, and most of them unresolved.
Question 9: If you think a girlfriend’s friend is hot, would you sleep with her?
Question 10: What questions from a woman are off-limits?
Answer: “Do you love me?” “Am I good enough?” “Since I have no life, can you give me one?”
Question 11: Do men like comments like, “Can I bring you a beer?”
Answer: Yes, because it indicates she’s wired into the male psyche and willing to validate it.
Question 12: Would two BJs be too much for one evening?
Answer: For me, one would be enough. “Too much” is a bit strong, though.
Question 13: Why don’t men attach as easily as women?
Answer: I don’t know. But once they are [attached] it usually requires a police escort and a restraining order to get rid of them.
Question 14: Do you think women really want to know what a man’s thinking?
Answer: If they really considered it, NO.
Question 15: What’s he willing to do to get you into bed?
Answer: If he’s physically attracted to you, pretty much anything. Your vivid imagination simply isn’t enough to match his determination.
The short answer is, no. There is a longer answer, but that’s another subject. I can hurl a can of latex at a canvas in my garage and call it an expression of art, regardless of what anyone else thinks of it. But if I want the “fine” part in front of the noun, I have to earn it.
It seems to me that fine art begins its life when it is seen. It cannot exist in a vaccumm anymore than its greatness can be proclaimed by its creator. There have been many great works of art discovered after someone has died, but the work in question did not exist until someone discovered and validated it. Yes, validated it. In addition to discovery, it must also be considered great by the noted art critics of the day. It is they who determine the value of the work, whether those who paint like it or not. Once it receives their blessings [as nauseating as this may sound to some of you], the work then enters the public domain as a viable commodity with intrinsic value.
By the way, art critics, dealers, brokers, curators, etc., believe that they can quantify what constitues great art. And without getting mired in boring academia, just know that they take into consideration an artist’s full body of work, among other things. This means that the artist in question must have the inspiration to produce more than one painting.
Put another way, there must exist an undeniable passion to create, the perserverance to continue creating, and the intestinal fortitude to tolerate criticism; even when it gets personal…as it usually does when someone begins to rise above the fray. And by the way, not all artists look like vagrants who live under bridges. Some are actually HOT, which further aggravates their visually-impaired competition, who mistakenly believe that a true artist is ALWAYS a haggardly breath away from electro-convulsive therapy.
In the end, the real struggle is putting oneself out there to be judged in the first place. It’s not for the faint of heart…no matter what the medium.
Multiple kudos for trying.