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On the art of being artsy

Artsy. What does that even mean, “artsy?” It’s pretty artsy. He’s all artsy. Don’t be so artsy-fartsy.

I imagine it’s artsy to not like being categorized as artsy, kind of like hipsters who hate hipsters or scenesters who hate the scene.

The term seems to imply a kind of shallowness to your artistic existence. The artsy crowd paint art that they sell to motels, but the artists paint art that they wallow in.

This is usually the point where I would bring in the whole, “The Oxford English Dictionary defines artsy as…”, but I have no notion of how the OED defines the word. Having said that, I did Google “artsy.” After all, the act of Googling does seem vague enough to suit the term.

On the image search, a dim-looking smudge of what might have been magnified shower-drain hair came up. Hence my original question — because what could an image like that possibly be other than artsy?

I went to see the award-winning film “The Artist” last week. (If a film with that title isn’t artsy, then I don’t know what is.)

Not only was the movie filmed in black and white, it’s also silent. So it’s a form of art that artistically tells the story of its own art, and the art form’s evolution. And, of course, the artist that must find his place in that art. That’s, like, meta-artsy.

I often wonder if I live in an artsy community. There are definitely artsy students —they hang out around Hanes and Greenlaw, and they smoke at the flagpole.

But that doesn’t mean we’re really an artsy campus, since all those artsy types migrate here from Carrboro, the artsy armpit of Chapel Hill. (Don’t get me wrong, Carrboro is definitely cool. But it could use a little deodorant.)

I suppose our Carrboro-ites are a necessary balance to all the students who migrate here from the glorious suburbia of the Research Triangle, the Triad and, of course, Charlotte.

Before I dig myself into a serious hole, let me be clear. I really like Carrboro, and I think the suburban areas so many of UNC’s students hail from are perfectly lovely. And I really like what we call “the arts.” Great literature, theater, “real” music, quirky clothes — I have no shame in claiming these things as my interests.

But I also love UNC basketball and ATP tennis. Which (believe it or not) brings me to the issue with the “artsy” epithet: For some reason, calling an expressive and curious person artsy doesn’t have the same positive implication as calling a fit, coordinated person sporty. And for some reason, it’s difficult to be both.

I suppose it’s simply the age-old battle of stereotypes and pigeon-holing, and I find that I am forever at bat for the arts.

What and why am I so furiously defending? Unnecessary and preventative defense can be the surest sign of insecurity as opposed to actual faith.

And in this unending era of budget cuts, the arts haven’t suffered so much worse than any other area. I still get to see plays, and for all my fears, there are still plenty of non-kindleized books in the world.

So why am I always fighting for the arts? What can I say? Maybe I’m just artsy.

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