Valid taste

It was when I was a bible study group leader in London. Us leaders where having a meeting to discuss how our groups went and seeing as we were a bunch of young women, we talked about all sorts of irrelevant things as well. “I had a dream about you,” one of the girls said. “Ok?” I was naturally curious, and wanted to know what the dream involved. “You had been healed and got your sight back.” She began. “And a few days later, you showed up at church and you’d had a complete makeover.” I was fine with the dream so far. It was, afterall a dream. “How did I look?” I asked intrigued. “First of all, you had straightened your hair and cut it Rihanna style.” I drew my fingers through my long curly hair and laughed a little. “And my clothes” “they were completely different and you were wearing different make-up. Oh and your hair was Rihanna’s red colour too.” “That’s funny.” I smiled. “Do you know what Linn?” she said suddenly. “I don’t think you would look the way you do if you could see.” “What do you mean?” I asked the smile dying on my lips. “I just think you’d look different.” “How do you mean different?” You would maybe straighten your hair,” “I like my curls, always have,” I interrupted. “I think your style would be totally different too,” she went on. “Is there something wrong with the way I look now?” I asked feeling simultaneously insecure and quite angry because I thought she was being indirectly rude. “Because even though you may not think so, I have certain tastes and I am aware of what I like and fashion in general.” “Well, I just think your taste might be different.” I can’t remember whether the conversation continued after this, but I was a little upset and felt that people assumed I dressed and looked how I did because someone else told me it was nice. Sure, I got some help with finding matching colours while shopping, but I chose the kind of clothes I wanted and because my mum spent a lot of time straightening my hair when I was younger, I knew that I preferred my hair curly both because it was easier and I felt better with my hair curly. I also happen too have a rare hair colour and my hair has both got a little red plus honey yellow in it, making it shine like gold when the sun’s shining on it and I have been asked how much I paid for that colour, so apart from one year in highschool, I haven’t wanted to colour my hair.

My taste in men believe it or not, was also challenged once by a former friend. Our friendship is unfortunately over, but not because of this issue. I have always been more attracted to Caribbean, Latin American and Southern European men, not in that order, but equally. I don’t know exactly why, but those are the type I tend to fall for. I like those cultures too, though I think the primary reason I’m attracted to men from those parts of the world more than others, have something to do with types of voice, how they tend to smell and how they behave. Smell and hearing, that’s too senses which determines how I find them attractive. But according to my friend, I would probably be more attracted to guys who look more like me, blond hair and blue eyes, if I could see. “Because that’s how it is. It’s scientifically proven that people who look alike are more started to each other,” she said.Sight, that’s only one sense to determine initial attraction. So wouldn’t my two senses technically be more reliable?

The point is, that I, as a blind person have my tastes exactly how a sighted person has his or her taste. Our tastes are shaped by both our personality and our environment. That is as true for me as it is for someone who can see. And what if I got to see one day and my tastes stayed exactly the same? I would still love dressing in a variety of colours like I do now and wear jewelry. I probably wouldn’t use so much make-up, because I don’t like the sensation on my skin plus the less foundation I use, the better my skin keeps. And what if I remain blind, can my taste change? Of course. Taste changes all the time. Without sight necessarily needing to play a part.

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3 thoughts on “Valid taste

  1. To me, all her remarks and do-you-know-whats seems to be really impolite. What-if’s of that kind wew/are not her business at all.

  2. wew=were – sorry! Too busy searching for a proper translation of the Norwegian term “velmenende idiot” to see that I hit the “Post Comment” button. 🙂

    1. Wew can be a new word! Happens to me too that I come out with weird things because of language confusion. I managed to pronounce wife as vife last night when skyping with you know who, (not Lord Voldemort” in London. He got himself a good laugh as did I. Both the girls were

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