Sunday, December 7, 2008

Aphrodisiac?

There are many different things which act as an aphrodisiac. Money would be top on the list, social standing, profession, and the best of them all is power. Some women go actually weak at the knees when it comes to powerful men, even if they abuse of their power. There are those of the lovely species for whom a kind heart is the best aphrodisiac of all, but those are a minority.

Let's talk about power. It is supposed to make men more understanding, seeing that they have enough power to move the course of life. Unfortunately, some of them become sad pompous assholes, more often then not, with a blonde bimbo on their left arm, the kind who flutters her artificial eyelashes in agreement to what the pompous asshole on her right arm is doing, saying, whatever. She could possibly be a brunette, but usually that brunette will have become a blonde, whose colour will be coming straight out of a peroxide bottle costing just 1 Euro. When I was 16 years old, we thought that the best aphrodisiac was a Spanish Fly which would come in an overly priced tiny bottle. It seemed to work on some, but then perhaps it was all in the mind. But the great lengths a woman will go to for a powerful man are astounding. It involves subscribing at a gym, having her hair roots painted every two weeks, having a Brazilian wax every week. Why? Because even the bimbo knows that it's all artificial. To add insult to injury the oh-so-powerful man probably is a step back. He hasn't even realised that it's all fake. There goes the power all down the drain.

To some degree we all have some kind of power in life. We could be parents, teachers, doctors, lawyers. All are caring professions. And as caring professionals we do not automatically assume that we have the right to throw our weight around. In that case, one should try the Atkins diet. Perhaps it'll work on the brain. But we are all some kind of role models for the next generation and we owe it to them to give out a clear message. Nobody should try and bully someone little. To the bully I say, pick someone your own size, to the bullied I'd say, don't you even listen to the bully he's a coward himself. I am not exactly small, but yes someone has tried to show me his grandeur. I have just seen a swollen head with a very tiny ego, and probably also with a very tiny something. He is making it hard for me, but all the more so for someone else. I wish I could turn into a really ugly ghost and give him nightmares ugly enough that he'd wet his pants. Oh the joy of seeing a sight like that! The only sad thing is that he's probably giving nightmare to a someone else. But you hang on in there little one, it'll soon be over.