Well, I definitely think a lot of people of all ages feel you *can't* change the world these days. I mean, I know every time my grandmother talks about Iraq she says "Where are all the protests? Why isn't anyone saying anything?" And then I tell her that there were protests, worldwide, and that people ARE saying things. And it doesn't do any good. The president doesn't *have* to listen to protesters. We vote but the electoral college decides who wins. Etc. Not that this means people should give up, of course, but there really is a lot that is disheartening, that's for sure. So while there is a lot of ego-centric behavior, of course, there is also a sense of hopelessness. I mean, I can't even get a clerk in a store to pay attention to me or provide any customer service, so it's hard to imagine I have any power in a broader sense. But this really supports what Viggo is saying--if every single person stood up and complained, rather than just me, maybe change *could* be effected.
And obviously Viggo's attempt is to motivate rather than depress, but we can see it depends on the individual how they react to his remarks, you know? *hides in cave with dunce hat on*
And well, I'm an older woman and struggle with the "I'm not beautiful so no one loves me" thing too. (I'm sounding so PMS-y! Sorry! :P) It is a sad state of affairs that both men AND women are far more accepting of men's physical faults than both men AND women are about women. I worked with a whole office of women, and when I started there I was 22 and pretty thin (largely due to illness) and received regular friendly compliments about clothes, style, hair, as well as things relating to work performance. The older I got and the more weight I gained (due to better health), the less compliments I recieved until pretty much I was being grouped in with the "well, we're all so ugly, unlike the pretty 18 year old exchange students" comments. It wasn't a pleasant realization of how/why things had changed, I must say, because I was still doing the same job and still felt the same on the inside, you know?
My disheartening crabbiness aside...heh...I agree with you wholeheartedly on Viggo. As my friend bandraoi can still happily tease me with, I didn't think Viggo was all that attractive just a few years ago. But the more I learned about him, the more I read/heard his thoughts and saw how he expressed himself and embraced his inner weirdo...hee...the more I fell in love with him. Vig's one of those total package guys...you have to know the whole story before you can truly appreciate him.
I think I would love to have Viggo as a friend, but you're right, a woman would have to be verrry intense and independent to work well with him. I wouldn't be able to deal with his many physical and emotional absences, and on the superficial side, I just can't be seen with a man wearing soccer print pajamas in public...lol!
And obviously Viggo's attempt is to motivate rather than depress, but we can see it depends on the individual how they react to his remarks, you know? *hides in cave with dunce hat on*
And well, I'm an older woman and struggle with the "I'm not beautiful so no one loves me" thing too. (I'm sounding so PMS-y! Sorry! :P) It is a sad state of affairs that both men AND women are far more accepting of men's physical faults than both men AND women are about women. I worked with a whole office of women, and when I started there I was 22 and pretty thin (largely due to illness) and received regular friendly compliments about clothes, style, hair, as well as things relating to work performance. The older I got and the more weight I gained (due to better health), the less compliments I recieved until pretty much I was being grouped in with the "well, we're all so ugly, unlike the pretty 18 year old exchange students" comments. It wasn't a pleasant realization of how/why things had changed, I must say, because I was still doing the same job and still felt the same on the inside, you know?
My disheartening crabbiness aside...heh...I agree with you wholeheartedly on Viggo. As my friend bandraoi can still happily tease me with, I didn't think Viggo was all that attractive just a few years ago. But the more I learned about him, the more I read/heard his thoughts and saw how he expressed himself and embraced his inner weirdo...hee...the more I fell in love with him. Vig's one of those total package guys...you have to know the whole story before you can truly appreciate him.
I think I would love to have Viggo as a friend, but you're right, a woman would have to be verrry intense and independent to work well with him. I wouldn't be able to deal with his many physical and emotional absences, and on the superficial side, I just can't be seen with a man wearing soccer print pajamas in public...lol!
*gobbles up Viggo eyecandy*
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