Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Beauty and the Decidedly Average

Hello you gorgeous bunch.

Yes, yes I know. It's been a while hasn't it? I do like to keep you all chomping at the bit. 
Wondering 'When oh when will I get to read such an insightful piece of literature? I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself, I think I will just lie down here and chew on this piece of carpet until the all knowing one comes forth and imparts her knowledge' 

Worry no longer.  I'm here to impart.

So, something that I have been thinking about a lot recently is beautiful women. Not in the sense that I have been single for so long it may be my only option, more in the sense that I can't seem to escape them.

It is difficult to go anywhere at the moment without being poked in the eye by images of stunningly beautiful women. Ridiculously unbelievable beautiful women. On billboards, on buses, on TVs, at the cinema. 

This in itself doesn't particularly bother me. We are all more than aware that executives have a firm belief that we as human beings are incapable of buying something/watching something/existing unless we see a stunning woman every twenty five seconds. I personally won't touch any product unless I know that at one time it was touched by a size four, blonde haired, blue eyed Goddess. It's just the way I was brought up.

No that's fine, what does bother me is the massive inequality that we are subjected to. 
The men in adverts, TV programmes and films are decidedly, on the whole, pretty average. 
They are allowed to be homely, dare I say on quite a few occasions overweight? They are allowed to not have chiseled jaws and emerald eyes. 
Don't get me wrong, yes you see that of course, but the ratio is very unbalanced. 
Think about the films and TV programmes and adverts that you are enjoying at the moment. How many times do you see an average looking, homely guy, with lots of personality going out with a disgustingly beautiful woman. Woman aren't allowed to be 'homely' or dare I say it overweight, unless it is part of the plot.  Unless she is the best friend, or if she will at some stage be transformed into an absolute stunner so these average guys can FINALLY be attracted to her.
The people who can be blamed for this inequality, as they can be blamed for most things in life that are evil, are the producers and executives. I can think of two reasons why they are casting such mismatched couples.

1. They are male and not overly attractive themselves, so they have created their own universe where beautiful women fall over themselves to be with a quirky man. Hopefully this will then make it so.

2. They honestly believe that men will turn over and watch something else if they don't have a woman with model good looks to encourage them to try to lick the TV screen

The only thing this practice manages to achieve is making women feel exceptionally inadequate and men believe that they are entitled to expect no less than supermodel looks from their girl regardless of their own physical prowess. 
It means that women, who have less than supermodel looks are being looked over because guys think they can do better. Telly tells them so. And telly is always right.
I hope of course that I'm wrong and men are cleverer than this. But subliminal messages are often stronger than we think.
It would certainly explain why I am sat here drinking brand named cola I don't remember buying and contemplating suing someone for an accident I haven't had.

Sunday, 22 January 2012

They've taken away my license to thrill



Ah Wales, the sun, the countryside, the two bickering annoying children, clinging on to me and screaming in my ear. How blissful. Anyone who feels that they want to go ahead with the whole 2.4 children thing, come spend a day with my niece and nephew after chocolate for breakfast. There'll be screaming, there'll be fighting, there'll be swear words (not all mine) and many farts. Yes farts. Not quite the stress free life you may be planning for.
I too, am a fine example of how even after 29 years, you, as parents will never be rid of the traumas that your children can bring. Reducing my father to tears by driving to Wales with no MOT only to get here and discover my license had been revoked, so shouldn't have been driving at all really.... What a well turned out young lady I have grown up to be.

What does all this have to do with a single ladies lifestyle I hear you ask? Or more I visualise you shrug in a really non-committal sort of way, because you haven't really been reading this properly. Not a lot. But here is some stuff that is...
Have you ever stopped to think how much women do in their daily lives that is singularly for the benefit of men (don't worry this isn't turning into a man-hating-nineties-comedienne type rant). But seriously, do we not dress nice, wear perfume, put on make up for the man in our lives, the man we want to be in our lives or the potential we might meet a man who might want to be in our lives? I guarantee that if this world was made up of women only, there would no way we would bother to pluck, wax, shave ourselves in the semi sadomasochist way that we are prone to now. Don't get me wrong I have every intention of keeping up with these things, I am not a monster. I am not Julia Roberts.
But recently I have taken a sort of delight in these activities. I put make up on for me. I have made my legs smooth and lovely. For me. The other day I showered, dressed, put a book in my bag in order for a day in the park. No chance of communication with another human being and before I went, I sprayed myself with some perfume. For me. No one else could smell it. I think these simple acts of love for my own femininity have made me feel happy. Dare I say it? I will. I am happy.
Apart from the nieces and nephews and license revoking.....
Can't win them all. But at least you can smell nice.