Nation wants you ass-ed and titty-ed

I was thinking today, while walking home from a really awful exam,in a boiling hot weather, with my dress soaking wet and my headthatfunnyblog:Funny Stuff you like? twisting about these things women think are appropriate to be when interacting with men.

Maybe “appropriate” is a bad word, maybe I should call it a “must”, but quite frankly, I can’t help myself but write:

What is it that makes a woman beautiful? Is it her legs? Is it her tits, or her ass? Is it in her smile, or in her eyes, or in her cheeks, or in her really long hair? Maybe the hair it’s short? Isn’t that somehow…beautiful?

Well, contrary to popular belief, I think that all these things and none make a woman beautiful. I myself belonging to the said gender, I don’t think a person should be cataloged by a small part of their physical appearance, although maybe that is what makes a certain person different. Different can be beautiful, but it is wrong to equate the two, because beauty is a spark…you either see it or you don’t, it is still there. And maybe because we sometimes run into the people who don’t, we do things to ourselves that we shouldn’t. We crave for that. We crave to be seen and appreciated.

But instead of asking for more, we settle for less. We settle for butchering our bodies, starving ourselves to death, plus the entire set of disorders that go so well with that and makes it even more distructive, behind the “quick and efficient” tag. We buy expensive clothes and play obscene amounts of money for things we could do ourselves at home. Just for the sake of the “beautiful”. And some indeed, are beautiful, with make-up on their face, heels for shoes and an outfit matching perfectly the last spring casual clothing collection. Oh, I didn’t say spark? Oh well…

We judge. We judge all the time . We think ourselves the center of the universe and sometimes forget to be a little more tolerant with each other. I’m not saying to each other struggles, because that’s pathetic. It’s like I’m here, laptop in my lap, crying out for attention, like “Oh, God, I am so vulnerable right now”. Nobody gives a crap. And I am Continue reading “Nation wants you ass-ed and titty-ed”