On my birthday, I take my mom out. She did all the work, so why are the presents for me?
Last year, I outdid myself and took her to a Beach Boys concert. There is no topping that. I see that now.
This year, I took her to the Frist museum to see Picasso. When I saw the exhibit was opening on my birthday, I thought, “Yes. Perfect. This will be super cool. How often do we get to just go down the street and see Picasso? This will be cool.”
Two paintings in, I knew I had made a mistake. We both found the paintings violent, vulgar, and very anti-woman.
To each their own, of course. If you love Picasso, I do not judge.
I just couldn’t get over how each piece was showing people as parts and not people. Women as sexual parts, body parts. Not people.
I found myself saying, “I like this one, but I don’t know that I would have liked it if it had not been contrasted by that.”
I was very turned off by the experience.
We spent the morning just randomly saying, “Nope,” as we drove to a safer place to laugh at how unsophisticated we must seem. That place is, of course, the yarn store.
All reviewing of Picasso aside, we had a great time. It’s good to do things that do not bring the most pleasure all of the time. It is good to test yourself and try new things. We should constantly do things to get to know ourselves better.
I now know for certain that I dislike Picasso.