Give Us An Ordinary Bearded Lady

Conchita Wurst ©Thomas Ramstorfer via Flickr 

Inset image: poster advertising Annie Jones performing in Brussels in, probably, the 1880s [Wikicommons].

Poster advertising Annie Jones performing in Brussels in, probably, the 1880s [Wikicommons].

Nineteenth-century fairgrounds formed the workplace of many people with ‘curious’ bodies: from the ‘miniature man’ to the ‘fat boy’, from ‘Anita the Living Doll’ to ‘Lofty the Dutch Giant’. Relics of these and other performers can be found in the National Fairground Archive at the University of Sheffield. North American Annie Jones became particularly famous with her performances as Bearded Lady, as you can see from the inset image. 

To what extent these people were performing voluntarily like Conchita, must have varied. To what extent the features they were known for should be seen as disabilities and diseases or, quite the opposite, as talents and skills, is an equally nuanced matter. But what is, I think, true for all of these people, is that they lived with certain bodies and minds every day of their lives: that to themselves they were their ordinary selves: ordinary selves which they had to cope with; ordinary selves which they might enjoy, too. 

As soon as they got onto the stage, however, their bodies and/or minds became a spectacle, a curiosity, a matter of entertainment. And that is, of course, also exactly what Conchita Wurst was at the Eurovision Song Contest: a stage performance. 

The Bearded Lady as a stage performance is nothing new. Bodies that cross the borders of what is deemed normal are not new. To display them is not new. 

If people want to truly ‘move on’, as Wurst hoped, they must be able to see Conchita’s beauty off stage as well as on stage. They should see her feminine beauty and her masculine beauty all at once, in the dressing-room as well as under the spotlights. And the same, of course, applies to the ‘midget’ and the ‘giant’.

I am not sure such a thing will ever happen, because if the extraordinary becomes ordinary, what will we watch on a Saturday night? We crave the spectacular alongside the normal. But in as far as it concerns the ‘freaks’ I have been writing of – that is, in as far as it concerns real people who are turned into curiosities for a lifetime – it is something worth striving for. 

Conchita, I hope to meet you drinking an ordinary Eiskaffee on an everyday Vienna terrace this summer!