Re: Dent

Going to a dentist can put a dent in your bank account, especially if you don’t have insurance. I’ve never understood why teeth, eyes, and feet are not considered body parts worthy of Canada’s excellent health care system. I arranged a meeting with my Member of Parliament regarding the fact that my pension was considered too high for me to be included in the new free-access dental plan. Nothing was done about my complaint. That put a dent in my ego.

A teen-aged friend of mine once shocked me by purposefully kicking his car’s body, creating a noticeable dent on the surface. He had just brought it home from a used-car lot. I was congratulating him for being able to afford wheels. He explained that he didn’t want to drive around feeling worried all the time about that inevitable first fender-bender. This way he could make his mark before someone else did. Maybe in his mind he felt one good dent did not deserve another. He drove that car for a long time. It collected lots of scars. He called it a ‘Beater’, claiming it still worked, wouldn’t get stolen, and was easy to spot in a parking lot. A car with character!

Dents don’t need to be viewed as negative, or so I learned from that friend. A mar on something doesn’t means the object is close to being discarded. Taken to the extreme, we may look at others, spot their imperfections, and pass them off as abnormal. This fact of human nature makes me applaud plastic surgeons who enable children born with cleft pallets to appear normal. I would normally see these procedures as an act of vanity when it comes to rich folk maintaining their youthful looks (to me that’s a dent in character). But judgement is a slippery slope when it comes to defining Need, or Perfection. That’s why there are Art critics.

Sometimes aberrations in the flow while looking at an object can be pleasing to the eye. Furniture can be purposefully distressed to add to its design features. Raw edge shelving is hot right now, because I think it speaks to the variety found in nature; a smooth shoreline can be eroded by tidal action, wave action can make dents of all shapes and sizes in sandstone, just as the drip-drip-drip of raindrops in a temperate rain forest can sculpt the hardest rock. My definition of Beauty is not Perfection. Age creates its own sort of beauty; wrinkles can be the most intriguing make-up in my opinion. 

Growing older creates dents in our physical selves. The other day I scratched off a hard denticle-like thing on my skin, which resolved into a small crater. I wondered if I was moving into a shark-like phase of development. Mentally, I like beginning a project, or making a dent in it, before I run out of energy or motivation. There are increasing dents in my memory, but I think that just makes me a funny old grandpa. Hopefully not one who needs dentures.

Re: Freak

My intention with this blog is to puzzle through, while writing, what a word signifies to me. As I get feedback I’m finding I’m not alone in being confused by the different interpretations of a word. I find it interesting how some words produce an emotional reaction. These triggers can send our thoughts rushing to unintended conclusions. We lose sight of the original intent of the conversation and dialogue ceases to be productive.

I sent a Twitter message recently, saying that I was ‘freaking out’ about an upcoming event. It was interpreted in a negative way. Often, that is the way it is for me: I find myself exclaiming (out of wonder or joy) and someone is always there trying to explain my wonderment as a way to cover for me. I suspect some fail to understand why anyone could just be enthusiastic about things. I get that context matters, but funny why we so often jump to the negative connotation as a matter of course.

A headline in my city’s newspaper described our Prime Minister as ‘Freaking Out’ over a heckler’s comments at a political event. Watching the video clip in question I didn’t find that he behaved extraordinarily freaky but he was sure passionate about his desire for an inclusive immigration policy.

Everyone can name some classic bad words that we are taught not to use. Usually they have a racial, religious or body part implication. For example the N-word is clearly a mistake racially speaking. The C-word is particularly disturbing to women. In Quebec I wouldn’t use the T-word. Even in our progressive age it’s considered impolite to drop the F-bomb.

I taught a student whose surname was Freak. She never got teased about her name that I was ever aware of during her time in my classroom. It would be great to ask her about her perception of this word now that she has grown. A male named Richard must guard the long form of his name carefully as the shortened version is cringeworthy. As with any word, particularly if it’s your name, you must make amends with yourself. Any perception of our difference is often considered freakish, yet we all have oddities within us. I tend to like the freaky part of me even though I am shy to show it. This positive value of respecting diversity is a regular theme in the Arts. Two examples:
On Broadway; Shrek, The Musical https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSDetuag6zU
On Vinyl; CSN&Y ‘Deja Vu’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Lk2KHajp4Y

I’m old enough to have gone to a circus to see odd people. One of my favourite movie musicals of late is The Greatest Showman. P.T. Barnum hires “freaks” to be put on display to a paying audience. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjxugyZCfuw

The characters in this film found a common connection and some felt that within the circus they had a place they could finally call home.

Embracing our freakiness might actually save us.