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Consumption was understood as a manner of appearing, and that appearance became a staple of nineteenth-century manners. It became rude to eat heartily. It was glamorous to look sickly. “Chopin was tubercular at a time when good health was not chic,” Camille Saint-Saëns wrote in 1913. “It was fashionable to be pale and drained; Princess Belgiojoso strolled along the boulevards … pale as death in person.” Saint-Saëns was right to connect an artist, Chopin, with the most celebrated femme fatale of the period, who did a great deal to popularize the tubercular look. The TB-influenced idea of the body was a new model for aristocratic looks—at a moment when aristocracy stops being a matter of power, and starts being mainly a matter of image. (“One can never be too rich. One can never be too thin,” the Duchess of Windsor once said.) Indeed, the romanticizing of TB is the first widespread example of that distinctively modern activity, promoting the self as an image. The tubercular look had to be considered attractive once it came to be considered a mark of distinction, of breeding. “I cough continually!” Marie Bashkirtsev wrote in the once widely read Journal, which was published, after her death at twenty-four, in 1887. “But for a wonder, far from making me look ugly, this gives me an air of languor that is very becoming.” What was once the fashion for aristocratic femmes fatales and aspiring young artists became, eventually, the province of fashion as such. Twentieth-century women’s fashions (with their cult of thinness) are the last stronghold of the metaphors associated with the romanticizing of TB in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries.
Susan Sontag (Illness as Metaphor and AIDS and Its Metaphors)
Teaser Stand By You, vol. 1 "Hey, Sleeping Beauty! Time to wake up!” Max’s voice wakes me up and I can feel the mattress sink down next to me. “Aloys, don’t make me kiss you to wake you up,” she says, “even though you wouldn’t really have to force me to do that.” Her laughter penetrates and I can feel my lips start to smile. “I’m awake, I don’t need a kiss.” “That’s too bad,” Max sighs. I sit up and glance in her direction. She’s wearing a black Stetson, smiling and greets me taking off her Stetson. “Howdy cowboy!” “Um, howdy cowgirl! “See that, I’m blending in with the locals!” “I did, and you’re doing a good job of it.” “I know,” she says, “I’m a hottie and just look at this pair of boots!” I raise my head to look at her feet, and she is wearing a nice pair of boots, her feet look tiny in them. “Sweet, you look like a real cowgirl now.” I sit straight up and watch her smiling when she looks at her boots. “Now I can walk in a huge cow pie!
Flo T.B (Stand By You ( Stand By #1))