Wednesday, November 07, 2007
It's been weeks. Almost months.
And i admit that i'm guilty for not having muse to update this particular blog. It's not a simple case of writer's block; frankly, I have nothing better to do with my short, pathetic life. Infact, i've also realised recently that blogs serve basically no practical purpose. But neither does RnB music, pixi stix, Harry Potter or vampires...so you roughly know now that I have a rather comfortable relationship with useless things.
And if wondering, YES, that includes MY DARLING BOYFRIEND. =)
Things have been great so far. I love him even more than i ever did in our seven months together. There have been ups and downs which in turn gave us both a reason to squeeze each other's hand even tighter, while walking this route to complete adulthood. And though i've been crying a lot, the reality has dawned on me - love fills the air even stronger when both ego clashed.
I've always wondered why the simplest things make me cry, but when something big happens i just can't shed a tear. It's like when something huge happens i just shut down. Completely. I go numb. Pretty stupid huh? The world's biggest crybaby doesn't cry when she's supposed to. Nope, instead she lets her pain flow through the ink in her pen. Hidayah, you are pathetic.
On the other hand, i came upon a certain essay on fictionpress.com titled "On the Case of Unfemininity" written by a man that goes by the pen name "Aristotle's Second Coming."
Now if this essay possessed a more sardonic tone, I might just leave his chauvinism alone, for I am of the opinion that chauvinism is hilarious. Comedy relies on the absurd, you see. Ah well. I had to go back and read another one of this author's stories to figure out that his essay was a rather poor attempt at satire, and obviously his basic point was an attack on the rising "unfemininity" of women. (Feels good to once again be reviewing other author's work after not fondling with your keyboards for long, dun it?)
Oooh.
Did i say FONDLING?
Nad's enthusiasm must have caught up with me. Horny bitch.
Back to the above, i've got nothing to comment about the issue of unfeminity. The upshot of all this is rather simple. Any argument against modern feminism is based in ignorance and a lack of verifiable fact. Modern femininity is essentially a new incarnation of whoredom. Try. If you ask any man what he wants in a woman he'll say (after big breasts and great legs) "A girl that's nice.." And honestly, if girls can't figure out a way to be nice, well, i guess it's been a fun ride and all, but humanity is certainly doomed to extinction.
I'm sorry if i'm being the biggest attention whore you will ever have the displeasure to encounter, so kindly leave a tag to soothe my tattered ego. Call me a hypocritical prick or a variety of other unpleasant names. I won't cry. Much.
Promise promise.
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