Wednesday, December 17, 2008

What can I do?

The man who invented laptops must be a genius. As is the man who invented high heels. And the man who invented the hobby called shopping. And the man who invented cosmetics, although this one has long been buried in some Egyptian pyramid. And the thing is, they're all men, I am sure of that. Laptops give an air of an in your face kind of power, and only a man could have been troubled by his ego so much as to go to invent laptops to rub his ego. High heels, no woman in her right mind would have invented something which gives us back pain, but looks so good anyhow. It must have been a man who didn't try the killer heels on, but just thought they added beauty to a woman's posture, it could also have been one big sadist. Shopping, this is the only one which could actually have been thought up by a woman, but since we're nearly almost always hitting bankruptcy because of it, and since women haven't been able to work for not very long, then it must have been a man who was happy to have his wife vacuum his bank account. And cosmetics, well since they have been around for such a long time, my guess is that these too have been thought up by men because men wanted their women to wear it. Nobody ever asked us for our opinion did they? And we never minded because we in fact liked it so much. And finally we're now also able to buy male make up. Seriously. I recently saw a whole stand of male make up. Which is fine by me. I like well groomed men anyway, and if that is going to mean that they plaster on the war paint, then ok, go ahead, it doesn't hurt. We're getting more and more primitive. Take herbal teas, herbal this and that, St. John's Worth. After going to such great lengths as to invent all kind of medication, now we decide we're going with what the witches did and try stuff growing off trees and bushes. And we get away with it because they don't burn witches at the stake anymore. Which in turn may not be such a good idea. The picture of some really horrible female finally burning at the stake... well sometimes as gory as it might be, is good for the imagination. But I shy away from any kind of capital punishment, I don't even like the feeble break-in kind of punishment. I'm that soft. And people know. Even children know. I might be big, but really never judge me by my cover. Spare the rod and spoil the child? Who in his right mind cooked this up. I would never ever be able to stand and watch a child being punished like that. Yes, it would make me cry. I don't even like the fact that criminals are sent to jail. Because it's not just them who are being punished, but perhaps they have kids who in turn are also being punished when they're so innocent. There is just one thing I will never tolerate; bullies. And then again somehow I start feeling sorry for them too, because their behaviour might be concealing a lot of insecurity which in turn means pain. If I were prime minister, the whole country would fall apart. Because the word fairness from my point of view can stretch a long way. I could never hold an administrative post because I'd end up feeling sorry for everyone, including the ants trying to look for food for their family. I'd probably just crush a slice of bread next to where they live, so they don't have to look far for food, and they don't risk getting squashed. I'm that bad. Yes, I know, in this department, I'm hopeless but what can I do?