I guess I should update from time to time…..though, I did get the bug up my ass to try and fix the main journal page, but still working on that, so it’s still gonna look a bit fubar (but apparently online in Firefox, go fig). At any rate, there’s not too much to update everyone with. The musings in my head have been slow, so I can’t really entertain you all with those for the moment. I could post some long diatribe about today being the anniversary of 9/11, but that would just get me all pissed off to see where we are now, in comparison to where we were then, as a nation.
I will say, that one comment on ALa’s blog, in regards to her post on Britney Spear’s, kinda irked me. Mainly, because the woman didn’t couch her commentary in regards to women who will starve themselves to being a bag of bones for the purpose of attracting men. She just said that she thinks guys prefer curves to flat-chested women who look like boys (paraphrased). Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all about women being healthy, being at a healthy weight and being happy with who they are and how they look. I’ve spent the majority of my life being teased (and even called Twiggy) due to my “lack of obvious progression through puberty.” I’m thin. My optimal weight is between 120 and 125lbs, my body reacts to workouts in a snap. The more I workout, the more fat I drop and the more lean muscle I gain. It’s just the way it works, naturally. I’ve always been small-chested and it’s never bothered me, outside of the crap I’ve had to take from women. The guys never had a problem with it, least as far as my past bf’s would attest to, except for one, but he’s not counted. There was an awesome essay in this months Skirt! rag, about the subject, and if you’re in Atlanta, I highly suggest you snag this month’s, but ignore all the plastic surgery ads (which is its only downfall, in my opinion). I seriously question, sometimes, as to whether women place more of a value on the amount of tits another woman has, than men do. I mean, as much as I can’t stand Hilary Clinton, the number of people crying foul at her show of clevage annoyed me. They pick her apart, for the most part, in regards to her wardrobe, as opposed to her political positions. Britney Spears got raked over the coals for her performance at the VMAs, not because her performance sucked (which was a minor note in every article about it I read), but because she looked fat. Funny, every picture I’ve seen so far, of that performance, she looks damned good, and looks a lot better than before she had kids. And several of the articles were quoting the opinions of women. I only read one comment from a man.
At any rate, what is it about women? According to the vocal opinions, it comes down to being too fat, too thin, too ugly, too much clevage, not enough…Are we so obsessed with what we see as our own imperfections, that we have to lambast all other women for theirs? Or can we finally hit a place, where we can accept our own bodies, as imperfect as they are, and be happy to let others be happy with their own?