that biatch who stole your man might be me

[vielili]

 A penny for a thought

I remember blogging a few years back about kept-women or is it about prostitutes. I can’t remember well but I’m sure it’s either of the two. So I figured I might as well ponder about it all over again.

This might sound a little bit weird and awkward to some but I think these two kinds of women are among the strongest and weakest types. Let me put it this way. I have created an imaginary chart that will tally the pros and cons, the differences and the strongest points of both types.

*note that I have allowed a maximum of 10 for each category. I don’t want to over think this. I might go nuts.

ON THE KEPT-WOMAN:

The Pros:

1. A fancy address, jewelry, cars, clothes
2. A slimmer more acceptable body
3. A little bit of a fighter
4. Can be more fun and/or more caring
5. Most times younger than the legal wife
6. Tends to nag lesser than the legal wife
7. Understands most of the time why her “husband” doesn’t sleep with her 7 days a week.
8. Demands less

The Cons:

1. Maybe a little dumb
2. She cannot demand to make you stay as she knows the situation
3. A little too dramatic at times
4. She has to do all the explaining to the kids (if applicable)
5. She might be turning the other cheek (most likely)
6. She has to deal with most of her problems, alone.

ON THE PROSTITUTE

The Cons: I have not included any Pros for this kind of woman; I think the “stone her to death” drama is so over rated. Move on people, I believe even God has forgiven one. We all have our reasons.

The Cons:

1. VD ( need I say more)
2. Just sex, no emotions
3. No promises, just clients
4. Touch this this this this this this this but not ♥
5. She has little confidence in herself that she can/will be able to change
6. She has to deal with the piercing looks of “Christians” and “Celibates”
7. She has to deal with her conscience
8. She has to make sure that her family doesn’t have to work that way (if applicable. This shit happens. Mom’s a slut, dad’s a pimp. Kid’s an addict. Sister’s a whore. And the clichés and stories go on.)

These women, I think they’re strong enough to handle themselves, strong enough to swallow every bit of pride one can muster in order to survive. Be it for money or for love. I think they’re strong enough to face the world alone despite the men who have touched, and destroye
d their lives, dreams and most likely their whole existence. They stand to fight back what they believe is right or perhaps what they feel is right. We cannot tell people to think, act, speak, and feel the way that we want them to speak. Moreover, we cannot make them change what they have decided for their own. Such strong resistance to whatever comes their way, I think that what’s makes a strong woman. It’s just a matter on how women will use that resistance. I’m not talking about this shit because I am one, nor I had been one. This is just one of the million views on how these women should be treated, not, I take that back. We cannot label them as society has printed on these women. I’m not like that. Though, I do say these things when I get furious over some shitty bitch. Soooo, back to the topic. Sorry for that. I am saying that these women are strong, in their own way. Think, maybe this woman has no way of finding other jobs, she has kids with an abusive father who decides to run away and runs across this man who falls in love with her for some reason but is married to a woman he barely even knows. Maybe this woman, falls in love with all the wrong reasons with the wrong man but we cannot really tell what’s the reason behind their affair. Maybe this man she falls in love with is married to an old hag and feels like he’s being raped every night so he decides to look for someone younger a bit more pleasing a bit more caring. We cannot really judge these people. For a moment there, I thought I have to defend everyone of them, but I guess, we all have reasons not to.

There’s a slight possibility that there is love given to these women, though. I think, no man in his sane mind would fuck up a woman that way. You can screw us but not screw with our emotions to simply put things.

Simple enough, or maybe a bit, too complex for my puny little brain to absorb the other circumstances that I might have overlooked, I have concluded that these women are weak enough not to know how strong they can be. They haven’t discovered their true potential of what they can give and what they are capable of doing. These women are weak to let men toy with their emotions and ideas. I have concluded that every one of us is capable of being one of them, maybe in a different way, without the labels.