If you do dare to mention beauty, then some well-in- tentioned idiot says “beauty is subjective”, as if this in- disputable truth (given that beauty is, of course, sub- jective) would implicitly mean that nothing subjec- tive and shared (or universal, or common, or whatever you’d like to call it) could possibly exist; as if subjects could never agree, or could never admit their shared nature and recognize themselves in what, in the end, is nothing more than this: the sudden appearance of something that we all like, something to which we would all like to surrender ourselves (i.e., the sudden appearance of beauty).

So, yes: beauty is subjective. But this is no reason to stop worrying about beauty.

If you do dare to mention beauty, then some well-in- tentioned idiot says “beauty is subjective”, as if this in- disputable truth (given that beauty is, of course, sub- jective) would implicitly mean that nothing subjec- tive and shared (or universal, or common, or whatever you’d like to call it) could possibly exist; as if subjects could never agree, or could never admit their shared nature and recognize themselves in what, in the end, is nothing more than this: the sudden appearance of something that we all like, something to which we would all like to surrender ourselves (i.e., the sudden appearance of beauty).

So, yes: beauty is subjective. But this is no reason to stop worrying about beauty.