“A Fetish for Fetishes.”
A fetish is a magical talisman, an inanimate object that holds an inordinate amount of power over the person who desires it. It can often be a symbol for someone’s entire sexual focus. It can be something one must absolutely possess to feel complete.
It sounds exciting and obsessive doesn’t it? It is but I don’t want to disappoint or mislead anyone into believing that I am going to talk about true fetishes. I’m sorry. I promise to get that another time. The fetishes I want to talk about today are the rather mundane fetishes many of us have incorporated into lives.
Anthropologist will speak of “Primary” cultures as being “Fetishistic” and prone to infuse things, statues, amulets, jars, and masks etc… With unfounded magical powers that are irresistible to those who wish to possess those powers. Guess what? We fall for that same desire every time we open a magazine and see an advertisement telling us “A diamond is forever.” The implication is if a man gives you a diamond he is magically bound to you-forever! Do you think there might be some diamonds out there that don’t have a loyal man attached to them? A diamond is just carbon and though it’s very beautiful, expensive and rare it’s actual value has been greatly exaggerated and mythologized. I’m not trying to rain on anyone’s a parade. If you’re fortunate enough to have a diamond and you love your diamond –as I do, you have to realize you love what the diamond stands for. In our culture a diamond is a very powerful fetish.
My Grandmother always carried a lovely golden, bejeweled compact in her purse so she could powder her nose in public. She used that glittering compact the way ladies flirted with fans in the 17th century. The delicate angle of her wrists, the ladylike gesture, the flash of a smile in the mirror, was so alluring. Time had marched on for my Grandmother but her power to draw interest was still potent. Every time that compact came out she reminded those next to her that she still respected herself as a woman. I wanted that compact! That compact was definitely a fetish item.
Can’t afford diamonds or jeweled compacts? Either can I. How about a tube of mascara? Mascara is fast becoming a fetish item. I love the mysterious sound of the word “Mascara.” It brings a glamorously dramatic image to mind. Apparently the possibilities are endless there’s a “New!” mascara introduced every month. Have you seen the new vibrating mascara wands? It sounds like trouble to me. My hand is already unsteady… I buy mascara almost superstitiously. I’ll buy any new trend from one company while never touching a rival brand. I am brand loyal. A single bad experience with something as essential as mascara is enough to put me on guard for years. I can count the days of my adult life on my fingertips that I have left my house without wearing mascara. Despite the evidence I still believe in my hearts of hearts that there is a magical mascara out there that will length, protect, thicken and curl my tiniest lashes while remaining completely free of smears, clumps and flakes. Perhaps I’m placing my faith in false god? lol
Is there anyone out there whose lashes actually did curl when they used a lash curling mascara? Would you like to share your favorite Fetish with Seven Sexy Scribes? I’d love to hear it!
XXOO Katalina Leon