
I’ve had my palm read and my astrological chart done, but what I
really want to find is a physiognomist. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your purpose, physiognomy
— the art of decoding character and temperament through the way our facial features are formed
— has been discredited, and except for
the occasional parlor game piece, it’s not something we readily find anymore (though if you know of a good physiognomist in the New York City area, holler!). Our faces already communicate so much to the world: We share conscious and unconscious expressions
This marks the first and last time I will ever link to AskMen.com., of course, but our faces also telegraph something to the world just by dint of how they’re formed, even though
—sorry, all readers who believe in physiognomy
—that telegraph is woefully inaccurate. I have a “friendly face,” meaning strangers always ask me for directions; a friend of mine who’s just as friendly as I am rarely gets asked for directions because her neutral facial expression appears, to the unknowing eye, a hint angry.
The features of my own that I suspect make my face appear friendly don’t necessarily correspond with how a physiognomist would classify me (the shape of my eyes indicates “tenderness,” but the placement of my irises reveals that I’m “timid and phlegmatic,” so it’s a draw). But the ease with which strangers approach me
—and the way I quickly deduce who I should ask for aid or directions when I need them
—makes me think that plenty of us make our own amateur conclusions about what faces mean. Still, I’d love to zoom back to the 19th century and have my face read:
The amateur scientist in me (okay, the kook in me) wants to “know” what my face means, even though I know full well it’s more along the lines of astrology
As a child of the Keirsey Temperament Sorter years (I took the test the first time at age 8), I do love me some Myers-Briggs. But after reading Annie Murphy Paul’s The Cult of Personality I’ve begun to consider it more as a sophisticated parlor game. than even something as “scientific” as the Myers-Briggs personality test. (We ever-curious ENFP Geminis are always eager to learn.)
My chances of finding a physiognomist are slim: The art/science of face-reading fell out of favor after the turn of the 20th century, its detractors calling it a pseudoscience akin to palm-reading. Certainly today we wouldn’t take physiognomy seriously, if for no other reason than its outrageous racism: Typically African traits were signs of indolence, diminished intellect, and “sensualism”; American Indian features were compared more to those of animals than of humans; Asian characteristics indicated compliance and asexuality.
So physiognomy is dead, as well it should be. Except, well, it’s not.
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