Monday, September 10, 2007

Comfortable vs not

So the holidays are coming to an end... at an extremely fat pace too. I remember in July they seemed to stretch on and on. Not now, now I am counting the last few days. I wonder how I'll get used to routine again. I hate routine, it makes you feel as if you're in boot camp, and boot camp would be one place where I would seriously consider killing people. Although some people really do need boot camps to learn that there is something beyond themselves in the human race. Pity we don't do boot camps in Malta, I'd have quite a few people I'd recommend as 'guests'. Maybe they would learn not to be so selfish and not to disguise their selfishness as love.

Anyway, have just been to my beauty therapist and lo and behold I feel like a plucked chicken. Waxing hurts, I wonder in this day and age how nobody has come up with a better solution, something like a painless waxing. Sure there's always the faithful laser... which doesn't work, and this is first hand experience. The thing is I like getting an eyebrow wax, it is totally painless, but not a leg one. Whoever invented this must be the same guy who invented high heels... yes it looks nice and sexy but God it kills you. It may be the same one who invented bras too, although maybe he could give a plausible reason for that. Nice things are painful then... no jewellery is not painful, make up isn't either and a beautiful chocolate cake has never been known to hurt anybody either. But then the guy who invented chocolate cake was probably extremely gentle to begin with, the one with the heels must have been some sadist wanting to see women reel. Yeah right, I don't give him that much satisfaction, plenty of nice looking shoes without the kill, but once in a while... well the guy wins. And the killer heel, waxing guy must be the same as the pantyhose guy, who the fuck ever wanted to wear pantyhose??? Again... they look good, but uncomfortable and you have to watch it or you'll snag it and then out comes a brand new pair out of your handbag. Handbags, it's the nice guy who invented them, the one who understood that pushing a bag beyond it's limits is important to women, we need to have half the house in there, it's comforting knowing that.

Yes alas I am 34 and I should be contemplating whether to wear red of black killer pumps. But I am still in Hello Kitty world, so that probably lowers my intellectual age to 6. And it's true, the world would be much easier if everything could be explained to us like we were 6 year olds. Although you sometimes get very sassy 6 year olds these days.

And while Freud comes up with complicated things such as the phallic stage, the anal retentive stage, the transference.... who cares? Give me a good foundation, a waterproof eyeliner, lipliner and lipstick, a good pair of earrings.... Mr. Freud that's what we want. And if I may.... I prefer Karl to Sigmund... that's Jung of course. Probably Mr Freud would have a psychological answer to all this, but he's not here for the asking.