Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Curse of Being Eve

Wow, I'm on a roll.

Let me just dive right it. Women are idiots.

Startling revelation I know, but its true.

In some ways I am all woman. I have an obesssion with clothing. I get heart palpitations when I see a "Sale' sign at the mall and I own alot of clothes. I paint my toes and worry about wrinkles, limit carbs and love purfume. I am moody, bossy and really bitchy on certain days of the month when the moon is full, the stars collide and hell has spewn open under the pseuodom; PMS. I know how to flirt with men, but I try and avoid it. It always gets complicated and I have enough self induced complications in my life thankyouverymuch. I am a feminist, but only in it's original, true form, before the man-haters took over and decided we need to castorate men and dehumanize them as much as possible while we steal their wallets. I believe women should have equal opportunity, freedom and choice. EQUAL.

In some ways I am not all woman. I play hockey, I love to fish and hunt, I can't be bothered with makeup, I can pee standing up and actually prefer it and my current aspiration is to compete in women's boxing.

That being said, there is one thing I am NOT. I am not jealous, envious or catty with other women. In fact, I have very few - count em...2 - female friendships for this very reason.
I have never understood this predominately female phenomena called envy. Its an ugly word and it creates ugly people. Women seem to be cursed with this deadly sin. We check each other out and if the "competition" happens to sport bigger breasts, nicer legs, a more expensive designer purse or a hotter boyfriend, the molten lava starts spewing from out prettily painted mouths. Suddenly, the other women instantaneously becomes either a bitch, a whore or a combination of both. Why do we do this? What purpose does it serve except to alienate ourselves from our own gender, sever any potential bonds and create further self loathing?
Its not logical, this envy thing. What are we competing for? The male attention? Oh please.
A male unleashes over 1 million sperm with every ejaculate and has been genetically designed to want to nail anything with a pulse. Wait your turn ladies, he'll get to you. Procreation for most of us is not a matter of If, but rather when. I can appreciate a woman's beauty, brains, career, financials security or boyfriend/spouse without hating her or wanting to be like her.
I can smile and chant ' you go girl!' in my head when I see a woman who has her feet firmly planted on the ground and her beautiful head held high. It's inspiring, not negating. We need each other. Women can be a very valuable support system and can offer unlimited love and tenderness. We were created to nurture and yet, we've lost ourselves in the quest to be prettier, smarter, more attractive and wealthier than other women.

My friend has a nicer house than I do. She really does, I had the tour over the weekend. Was I envious? Did I find some reason to mentally berate her for something she has that I don't? Absolutely not. Instead, I thought to myself. Right On! You have this beautiful home that you've put so much creativity and work into. Another friend of mine is trying diligently to lose weight and she's succeeded. Am I envious of her new figure? No! I'm so proud of her accomplishment and I love to watch her beam now that she holds her head way way up. I want women to succeed in every way. I want women to be confident, successful, independant and feel beautiful in their own skin. When one woman surmounts, we ALL surmount.

Someone was quite rude to me at a friends baby shower this weekend and when I questioned it, I was told it was because she was envious and scared of me. To the woman who will never read this, I ask you why? Why did you judge me? What did you hate me before I even had a chance to show you who I really am? I could have been your friend, we could have shared some meaningful space together. What purpose did it serve you? Did you feel better about yourself?
I'm guessing you didn't. The only thing you did was drag us all down a peg on the evolutionary food chain.

Fuzzy Thoughts

*Disclaimer * I am stoned. ‘nuff said.

I’ve always believed that my most provocative thoughts were birthed of a late evening pin joint, enjoyed under the stars. Lets explore that theory…

I want to build an airplane.
I’ve never actually built an airplane, I don’t know how to build an airplane, I don’t have the intellectual aptitude to construct the perfect geometric blueprint of an airplane.
But I have a vision…

Imagine; An airplane with ceiling windows. Large Ceiling windows and soft, fully reclining airplane seats. Lets call it “ The Stargazer Flight” You could charge an outrageous flight fee, and select people will pay it. A- list actors, musicians, politicians, wealthy eccentrics, bored spoon fed socialites. This evening flight is elite, relaxed and fully equipped to enhance the experience. Cristal, perhaps a fine Scotch, some Muddy Waters playing in the background…or Beethoven for those who prefer. It would be decadent to watch the twinkling stars from 40,000 feet with equally enchanting music and drink.
Now, being the weird girl I am I’m going to have to research the actual plausibility of this vision. Could these large windows support the enormous pressure of the atmosphere? Or would it be a scene from Twilight Zone when everyone gets sucked from the ceiling window into the abyss. Stay tuned.