Cocoons

May 05, 2004 12:45

“God help you if you are an ugly girl”
The tenant of a coarse cocoon
And feel like a tiny insect while people sit in their air-conditioned cars scrutinizing and measuring your thighs and tracing the lines of your wrinkles as you make your way across the cross walk.
I was on the air condition side, though I was both humbled and petrified by the aging process eyeful example.
I had a sobering epiphany today as I watched that woman in an Old Navy American flag shirt.
Because you know, it's in the best interest of all girls to be pretty and smell good and keep their figures.
This isn't a feminism rant, it's just pointing out the obvious.
It's every billboard and job and lust and want and television set and magazine cover and blah blah blah that I trip over daily.
Sometimes I start feeling so sick from anger and human nature.
God bless that lady [despite my waning faith that there is such a deity.]
I can only entertain the idea that she was on her way home to someone that loves her.
Or to kick some major ass.
Maybe I'm just too serious and sensitive sometimes.
Sometimes that's what people tell me.
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