A Rant Deferred
So I'm halfway through a rant about two women who are asking for handouts for free boob jobs, when I realize that it's just not going to work as a rant.
Lauren is a young woman who wants you to give her money so that she can get breast implants. Unfortunately,
Michel beat her to that idea. It's just not going to work as a rant because while Michel was a spoiled brat of a woman who wanted money because she was so awesome, Lauren actually has some content on her damned site.
Instead, I'm going to turn this into a rant about plastic surgeons. I'm conflicted about plastic surgery. Here is an LA Times article about women who are insecure about the look of their vulvas
http://www.latimes.com/features/health/la-he-rejuvenate13mar13,0,517673.story. Since this is an LA times article and will eventually become available only via subscription, I will summarize: some women are insecure about the look of their vulvas, and will pay to have them look different, more like a porn star's. I can understand helping women in their quest to become more secure about themselves, but really! No one cares what a woman looks like down there, as long as she doesn't have teeth. And another thing: Why can implants be put in without a scar, but a breast reduction still leaves gigantic scars?
Not all things plastic surgeons do are questionable.
Operation Smile is dedicated to providing free surgery to youth with facial deformities. Michel for her boob job, but if you're thinking about giving Lauren some money, donate to Operation Smile instead. They could use it more.
About My Girlfriend...
I’m occasionally humbled by the insight a total stranger can have into my life, and my family. One such occurrence happened last month.
My grandmother recently started telling everyone about the woman I’m dating. Unfortunately, I’m not dating anyone. She was referring to a lovely young woman who is my friend and nothing more. This woman had come over to watch a DVD, so we were in my room for several hours. Using my Uncle as a baseline, my grandmother assumed I’m having sex with her, since my Uncle doesn’t have any female friends; just women he has had, or wants to have sex with.
This is not the first time she has assumed I have a girlfriend. On the rare occasions when a woman has called and asked for me, she assumed it was my girlfriend. On one occasion, she told me that my girlfriend had called while I was out. I tried to explain the problem with this to her, but she said “you don’t have to lie to me, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” In family relations, few things are more frustrating than when family members believe lies, but think you’re lying about the truth.
So we had a discussion about how I’m not hiding women from her, and how when I get a girlfriend she will know immediately. This conversation ended with her snapping at me and saying “Fine, I won’t tell people you have a girlfriend.” So I was frustrated that my conversation was for nothing. She was now more firmly convinced that I had a girlfriend, and I was hiding her.
That’s what I thought until someone on the interweb pointed me to the possibility that she wants me to have a girlfriend because she thinks it will make me happy. Funny how some random person can change your perspective on things.
False Advertising
When I decide to pass a VW New Beetle with a license plate holder that says "Proud 2b black" and a vanity license plate that says "BLK BUTY," I have certain expectations about the driver. One of them is that the driver isn't some little old Russian lady. Go figure...
The Strut
I always have trouble with those quizzes that determine what your personality is like. Why? Because they always have a question along the lines of “I’m happiest when _______ .“ I’m rarely any good at answering that. It’s a tough question, but I think that if a random person had to answer that question for me based only on observing me, the answer would be I’m happiest when I’m walking around. I don’t know if it’s entirely true, but there’s strong evidence for it. I like walking around. It’s a chance to see more of the world. It’s a chance to people watch. It’s a chance to see important events.
So yeah, I’m pretty excited when I’m walking around. I have a pretty fast-paced walking style as well. It’s the New York in me. I’m not walking anywhere in particular, except to wherever the next interesting thing is. Perhaps I’m walking so fast because I’m worried that I’m missing out on something.
I do a lot of my walking alone. A lot of people don’t see the merit in walking, and that’s fine by me. It gives me more opportunities to ponder all things ponderable, and think about my life in general. Walking by myself gives me a chance to reflect to various amusing things. So finally, some 3 paragraphs into the post, I’ve managed to segue into what this post is really about.
I was walking down the street with my head held high and a smile on my face because I was thinking about The Last Dragon If you’ve ever seen it, you know why I was smiling. My smile is more like a suppressed laugh btw. An older woman, in her late 20’s was walking towards me. So as we got closer, she pulled down her sunglasses so I could see her eyes, and then she gave me an over the top wink. It wasn’t the first time a woman as winked at me while I was doing The Strut. The Strut has a strong positive effect on American women in their late 20’s and older. The Strut has little effect on younger women.
This has always been the case. I started noticing the effects of The Strut when I was about 16, and it’s always women in their late 20’s and up. For some reason, The Strut intimidates younger women. I’ve noticed more than a few put their heads down and try to rush past me. I like to pretend that I know it’s because younger women don’t appreciate the sheer awesomeness of the strut, but truthfully, I have no idea why. It’s one of those things I guess I’ll never really understand…
