3:15am this morning I found myself wide awake on a sugar high. 4:45am..I found myself still wide awake. Creme Brulee, a delicious creme brulee at that, is not meant to be eaten at 11 at night.
Ever. Especially paired with excitement. Not under any circumstance.
It was during this mornings struggle to sleep that it dawned on me how skinny and how bad I felt for not being able to find this emaciated German shepherd I saw when I left work last night. In the few seconds it took for me to run into work and grab some rolls and a dish of water it had disappeared down the alleys of downtown; yes, I did drive up and down the alleys searching, and yes my deep dark secret is that I wish I was a part of Animal Cops Bakersfield.
It was during this reflection that I realized that here this dog is, ribs showing and starving, and not because it wants to be but because of circumstance, and here we are, MIGHTY
WOMEN, starving ourselves intentionally.
When did we get so fucked up? What other species
knowingly starves themselves to attract a mate? But it doesn't stop there. We knowingly starve ourselves into these emaciated looking aborigines and then take plastic and shove it in all the right places to enhance the features that catch the guys attentions. No wonder were called 'WO-MAN'.. woah the almighty man or else.
What ever happened to just being beautiful? O wait, I remember, we went and got all materialistic on ourselves.
Could you
IMAGINE for one second any other species doing that? Bears, dogs, squirrels..all knowingly starving themselves and then putting plastic 'in all the right spots' to grab a mates attention..man, shark week would take on a whole new meaning.
Just think about it the next time you go to a bar on a Fri or Sat night.
Look around at 'us', at yourself. Look around at all the girls with their tits out, legs out, asses out, pounds of make-up, tight clothes, flat ironed hair, lack of clothes.. and really think about what your doing there. Then take a look at all the boys. Which one seems the most desperate? ..
shocked yet? Cuz, the way I see it, somewhere in this whole strive for womanly independence
we lost what a woman is, what a woman should be and what a woman stands for. In my opinion, were nothing more than a bag of bones, literally, throwing ourselves at the dogs like some
desperate emaciated plastic pumped dime a dozen.
As always, remember, H is for Heidi.
