Beauty -Redefined from the Saddle.

“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”

The first time I saw this quote it was on a Maxine greeting card but the idea originally came from a passage by the one and only Hunter S. Thompson. Either way, it has always had a barn battle cry feel to me -with the vehicle being a horse.

So many images of beauty in our culture seem to be about being weak; teetering in high heels, wearing restrictive clothing that limits our movement, spending hours primping and still never quite measuring up to the celebrity-survivors of plastic surgery and air brushing, who are our cultural icons of beauty.

It’s a no-win situation -eventually we all get old. But what if we had a different standard and instead beauty was a reflection of strength and confidence, made more valuable with years of polish?

What if it was obvious to everyone that a woman moving in unison with a thousand pound horse was more beautiful than a woman wearing Versace on a red carpet? (Wiki definition: The experience of “beauty” often involves the interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being.)

Or a big smile under a riding helmet was considered sexy?

Or men were wildly attracted to women that horses and dogs liked?

What if the guilty pleasure was watching a TV show about four Amazon equestrians who didn’t live in NYC and wore dirty Ariats instead of Manolo Blahniks?

Would it be the worst thing if riding instructors where universally respected and cosmetic plastic surgeons were shunned as fringe-dwellers?

And since this is obviously MY fantasy -old legs could still dance. Every day older we became, the sum of our beauty would continue to grow. Pasty teenagers would look at us with awe and respect as (did I mention this is a fantasy?) we arrive loud and proud, skidding in sideways -wrinkled, used up and howling!

“I want to grow old without facelifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made.”         -Marilyn Monroe.

Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.

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Anna Blake

4 thoughts on “Beauty -Redefined from the Saddle.”

  1. Anna hits the nail on the head again.
    I’m about to write an opinion column for the student paper at WWU about the “Downsides of Hair Removal” because of all the hairless netherparts on both genders I’m seeing in my work, risking MRSA and herpes infections because of the constant hair follicle trauma. All in the name of beauty…

    Give me old hairy legs with feather any day (old hairy anything!)


  2. Good stuff, thanks for sharing. Reading this truer slant on things snaps me back into an “I WANT these reminders more often,” mode.

  3. It’s ridiculous to see all the TV personalities and news people whose faces do not move when they talk. Who do they think they are kidding? I wish they would spend some time learning correct grammar instead!


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