Opera Nut

I don't have a problem with being short. It's the tall bastards who pick on me for being short that I have a problem with. Like a)I should give a flying fornication what they think; and b) they think being short is some sort of a character defect.

However, I was restrained enough not to tell them what I thought, which was "Well, you are big and fat, so shut up!".

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Deacon Doubtmonger

Great ... she goes from looking like a unique individual with her own identity and character to just another cookie-cutter bimboid clone like every other bimboid out there.

Gee ... would those be the same "laws" which dictate that the human male is exclusively sex-driven and will bolt and run the minute his woman shows the slightest sign that her surface beauty is fading -- unless, of course, she's willing to go under the knife again ... and again ... and again??? (Wanna know one reason Mrs. Doubtmonger's face is free of worry lines? She doesn't have to worry about me leaving her if she gets worry lines!)

So that's all sexuality is ... mechanistic button-pushing? Nothing to do with an ultimate expression of deep love, and of course completely shut down and impossible at 3:00 a.m. when the makeup and fancy clothes are off and the hair's askew ... and I suppose the guy looks like Cary Grant at that time? Riiiiight. This is what women want and undergo all that surgery for???

Oh, really? Let's take a look at the best-known actual Botticelli, The Birth of Venus. She's been considered one of art's most magnificent beauties since she was painted circa 1485 ... but by today's absurd standards, she's a porker who'd be told to get a tummy tuck and liposuction or she'd never get a decent job or man!

And if that's not ludicrous enough, check out Dr. Marquardt's "Golden Mask" (click on photo to enlarge). What's next -- when people want to get married, they'll not only have to get a blood test, but also submit their scores on the mask???

But even Cindy Jackson isn't as extreme as they come ... scroll down a bit here and take a gander at Jocelyne Wildenstein. Her asshole multimillionaire husband collected jungle cats on his estate in Kenya, so when he showed signs of wanting to sleep around, she decided to have numerous extensive plastic surgeries to look more like one ... and it still didn't stop his affair or their acrimonious divorce! (Brief biography here)

Given all of this, I hold that it's not just a matter of "accepting the cards you're dealt," but also realizing the absurdity and arrogance of declaring a certain size or shape "flawed," and inferring character defects on that basis ("She's lost control of herself! She just won't stop eating! She must be a real loser!") No one should fall for this and all should challenge and reject it.

Here endeth the sputterings of a guy who thinks the concern for surface beauty has gone entirely too bloody far ...

Deacon Doubtmonger

"Jack decided to shift the Cottonwood hike to Saturday so on Sunday he and Connor could see to the reinforcement of God's self-esteem. You are Most Glorious, Lord, we worship Your name, and no you don't look fat in that." -- from Calling Bernadette's Bluff by Dale McGowan

Balrog of Morgoth

Now where did I leave that Whip of Fire?




meritocrat: Wha't up with the !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'s?