A somewhat acid palate with an amusing nose...
This is what Astro.com dropped on me last night for today:
Some in-depth research might prove enlightening today, XXXXXXX. Fascinating new books may be brought to your attention. You may want to share what you've learned with your love partner, and a long and intense conversation could be the result. Intellectual compatibility could lead to physical desire, so make sure you look your best. Follow your discussion with a great dinner at your favorite restaurant, and enjoy!
Normally I would just delete the entry and be on my way, but I stopped for a bit to reflect on the state of my situation with my "love partner". Sometimes it seems that we are farther from the goal now than we were even when we met. LIfe has impinged upon our sweet little coccoon to rend and tear at us, just the way it rends and tears at the hopes and dreams of so many who are burdened with responsibilities that run at cross purposes to our hopes and dreams. "OK, that was a sweet dream, but it's time to wake up and smell the coffee". Your wife is on the phone and she's pissed that the sink is stopped up, and apparently she doesn't know how to use a plunger or Drano. Or how about "Your husband is not really responsible for hurting you ten thousand different ways because he was raised by a controlling mother who didn't show him any affection, so even though he pretended to be someone he was not while you were dating and has allowed the demons to surface all over you, you have to carry on and act like everything is just fine because that's your job..."
When I was growing up, I had a dreamy and rosy image of what relationships were meant to be. This warm-fuzzy impression of the world of love and romance was fostered by the tripe they feed adolescent girls/women in our society. Between the roles played by Marie Claire and Vogue magazines promoting flirtation and sex, and the pressures of society and church to be "good girls" we were supposed to be at once vampish and virginal. This dichotomy has led to mass confusion, bulimia and anorexia, and the plethora of "bitchy older women" that riddle our society. We are supposed to be available and attractive to our men, no matter what they present as, and we are supposed to believe that if we only get the right haircut, use the right makeup and toiletries and dress fashionably that we will find and keep the man of our dreams. It's all crap. There is no such thing as the man of our dreams, just a collection of bruised and battered individuals out there who are suffering just as much as we are. Oh, and don't believe the "jaded bitches" club when they say that the men have all the advantages and that women are set up to suffer, because the men get shafted by our culture in different, but no less damaging, ways from the women. In reality, we all suck, we are all sick, and we are all unhappy. I am starting to think that we have no one to blame, because we would have to blame everyone.
Anyway, I am not entirely sure where this was headed. I was just venting.
Some in-depth research might prove enlightening today, XXXXXXX. Fascinating new books may be brought to your attention. You may want to share what you've learned with your love partner, and a long and intense conversation could be the result. Intellectual compatibility could lead to physical desire, so make sure you look your best. Follow your discussion with a great dinner at your favorite restaurant, and enjoy!
Normally I would just delete the entry and be on my way, but I stopped for a bit to reflect on the state of my situation with my "love partner". Sometimes it seems that we are farther from the goal now than we were even when we met. LIfe has impinged upon our sweet little coccoon to rend and tear at us, just the way it rends and tears at the hopes and dreams of so many who are burdened with responsibilities that run at cross purposes to our hopes and dreams. "OK, that was a sweet dream, but it's time to wake up and smell the coffee". Your wife is on the phone and she's pissed that the sink is stopped up, and apparently she doesn't know how to use a plunger or Drano. Or how about "Your husband is not really responsible for hurting you ten thousand different ways because he was raised by a controlling mother who didn't show him any affection, so even though he pretended to be someone he was not while you were dating and has allowed the demons to surface all over you, you have to carry on and act like everything is just fine because that's your job..."
When I was growing up, I had a dreamy and rosy image of what relationships were meant to be. This warm-fuzzy impression of the world of love and romance was fostered by the tripe they feed adolescent girls/women in our society. Between the roles played by Marie Claire and Vogue magazines promoting flirtation and sex, and the pressures of society and church to be "good girls" we were supposed to be at once vampish and virginal. This dichotomy has led to mass confusion, bulimia and anorexia, and the plethora of "bitchy older women" that riddle our society. We are supposed to be available and attractive to our men, no matter what they present as, and we are supposed to believe that if we only get the right haircut, use the right makeup and toiletries and dress fashionably that we will find and keep the man of our dreams. It's all crap. There is no such thing as the man of our dreams, just a collection of bruised and battered individuals out there who are suffering just as much as we are. Oh, and don't believe the "jaded bitches" club when they say that the men have all the advantages and that women are set up to suffer, because the men get shafted by our culture in different, but no less damaging, ways from the women. In reality, we all suck, we are all sick, and we are all unhappy. I am starting to think that we have no one to blame, because we would have to blame everyone.
Anyway, I am not entirely sure where this was headed. I was just venting.
posted by Kalanchoe542 at
6:03 AM
2 Comments:
There is a certain desperation in the promotion of the Vogue magazine lifestyle you describe. There are also a lot of funky-smelling, hairy lesbians shouting, "The Emperor is naked!!!" Perhaps they're right, I don't know. I know I like the fact that they're out there, but I think it's an overcompensation, and can they stay downwind, please? I would also point out that for every disillusioned woman there is a balding, dissillusioned man. Men are not unromantic, they are merely emotionally repressed and unexpressive. We also tend to sweat the small stuff and forget what's really important, like telling someone you love them while you're both still alive.
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breakerslion, at 5:34 PM
I couldn't agree more. I have wasted a lot of time in my life doing what is "expected" of me, and I have sacrificed a lot of energy, spirit and time in the name of doing what is "right". Now it's my turn. I am going to love with my entire heart and soul and not look back at what I "should" be doing. It's not worth the tears it would take to explain. Sounds like it should be your turn too.
By
Kalanchoe542, at 5:25 AM
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