Just Complaining
With despair, I saw The Bachelor is coming on again this year. Sometimes, like in this past election I am so happy at the advancement women have made in this male dominated world. Then I see a show like the Batchelor. These young ladies are beautiful, some even have some brains. Why are they doing this? It seems they are begging” Please take me. Oh. please choose me. I’ll suck up to you and be your underling. I have no worth unless you choose me.” This seems sad. Some even shed tears when not chosen. I can’t help but wonder if sex is involved. If it is , the situation is like televised prostitution.
You guys know I’m not a prude. I’m a virulent liberal, in fact. I just think our young women are better than this and can involve themselves in more worthy causes.
Then there is the subject of stilletto heels. It hurts me to look at them. If I was a guy I would be very wary of a lady with two such handy weapons. Oprah wears those darn things and can hardly walk on them. Why? Are they pretty? Do these ladies feel the need to look taller? When I watch a mystery and see the girl in distress running from the serial killer while she is wearing stupid shoes , just for an instant I think she is too dumb to live and her death would be a step up in evolution. I joke. Kinda. i just hope one day we will be more practical.
Okay, I’m going to go out on a limb. Bras. I hate them. I have digestive problems and COPD. Bras kill me. Years ago women started burning bras . Then they quit. I guess they lost their fire in their hearts for freedom. Whoopi doesn’t wear a bra. She wears clothes which hide this. She can’t breathe with one on either. I’ve started wearing tank tops with open- over blouses and leaving those scraps of lacey, strangling torture fabrics in the drawer where they can do no harm. I’m just wondering if Victorias Secret had brain washing spies, undercover, that stopped the bra burning fire among our 70′s women. Who knows?
The tattoo thing.I can’t even think about that right now. After the pain of heels bras and watching girls demean themselves, I’m just crying too much to write anymore. LOL
Okay I’m over it. When I was young , I would cook dinner, after my house was spotless, dash in the bathroom and freshen my makeup before my sweetheart husband got home from work. I don’t do that anymore. He is still my sweetheart. I don’t do all that stuff anymore. Being clean and fresh with decent dress and hair is enough. Through the years we have seen each other through sickness and sorrow and found each other not lacking in the important things
December 16th, 2009 at 10:57 pm
I’m a major tomboy myself. I grew up in the country. Maybe it is because my dad wanted a boy not a girl I dunno. I found out later that on my mom’s side there are women like my great aunt (though I never got to meet her) that acted out roles of strong women in her movies. (silverscreen actress) I have never been a girlie girl and always almost looked at them almost as another species LOL
I just can’t identify with them. That’s not to say that I don’t put on some makeup etc and all. I put on the bra when I leave the house but at home I don’t like them either. They are uncomfortable. (TMI prolly LOL) I would probobly break an ankle if I wore heels. I couldn’t see going among a group of women to compete for a man’s attention (or visa versa) on tv none the less. It would make me feel cheap. It would also make the relationship not feel real or as special as it would be had I met the person otherwise. I feel really lucky to be with my husband. I see people as equals or with the potential to be anything I guess. 