This is one of my favorite sculptures in the whole world. It’s elegant, minimalist, hopeful, and ancient.
This museum calls it “Stargazer.” It’s a perfect name, because it’s a figure looking straight up.
It might be a woman because there’s a triangle where the “legs” meet, instead of junk hanging out. But it could also be sexless.
Other museums call these sculptures a “fertility” figure.
What the heck?
This is yet another case of MALE archaeologists ascribing a name to something that means absolutely nothing related to the figure.
Sure, you can make up a great story about how hordes of men would dance around dying embers late at night, lustfully shouting up at the “pregnant moon,” drinking to excess. Once their adrenaline and testosterone reached their summit, they would run into the night pouncing on every available female they could find in order to spread their seed.
Maybe it was simply a wonderful testament to the wonders of the universe, appreciated by people who had discovered farming, rudimentary laws, and had several good harvests in a row. Maybe it was their way of saying “thanks” to the universe.
Is this getting a bit too extreme for the #MeToo movement?
Personally, I don’t think so. After all, we are projecting our biases onto objects that should be neutral at best. By calling this a fertility figure, the young people who see this in the museum are going to get a little bit of that macho bias implanted into their brain. And that’s a bad thing.
So, the next time you look up at the stars, think about your brothers and sisters who were doing the same thing 5,000 years ago. Then invite an archaeologist over for some tea. I have a feeling those are some very lonely guys.