It’s not puberty that hits you. It’s your deliberate choice to cope with society’s standards of beauty. You shed fats, you wore makeup, you fit in. Truth be told, if you aren’t beautiful to them, you’ll surely won’t be treated right.
I discovered lipstick when I was 48 and I started wearing them only two years ago. I don’t care what society wants and expects, I have my own rules. It doesn’t make my life any easier but I don’t go with the flow and life is too short to worry myself about things that don’t concern me really. I’ve been treated unfairly because of the color of my skin and been accused of many things I didn’t do because I refuse to be part of the social herd but what judgmental, simple-minded prejudiced people think say and do tell more about their narrow one-track mindedness and characters than about me. Eat their hearts out for all I care. Shakespeare once said:
My beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues
That means beauty, like supreme dominion
Is but supported by opinion and exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.
I realize that I live in the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness, and despair on me all the time. It’s not getting easier; if anything, it’s always right on the edge of my skin.
At first, I probably seem very abrupt, but I like efficiency. There’s work and there’s play, and I always think: ‘Let’s get the work over with so we can thoroughly enjoy the play.’
“Girls get screwed.
Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they’re always on the short end of things.
The way things work, how
guys feel great, but make girls feel
cheap for doing
they beg for.
The way they get to play you,
all the while claiming they
love you and making you
The way it’s okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next,
to move on to the apricot
when the peach blushes and bruises.
These things make me believe God’s a man after all.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank
“I preach darkness. I don’t inspire hope—only shadows. It’s up to you to find the light in my words.” ― Charles Lee
The Law Of Attraction is a pseudoscientific metaphor extracted from quantum mechanics and legitimized, not based on inferences but pseudo-empiricism. The success of these mediocrities is contingent on two factors: the appeal to authority and the compartmentalization of personal biases. Trailing the evidence and dealing with the consequences regardless of personal biases, tends to protrude objective reasoning rather than subjective appeal to personal desires. Conversely enough, the former has propagated generations of rapacious gullibility. A credulity riveted on emotions and viable nothing more than prejudice of ideology.
Daily Prompt: Froth
“Babies haven’t any hair.
Old men’s heads are just as bare
Between the cradle and the grave
Lies a haircut and a shave.”
— Samuel Hoffenstein
Daily Prompt: Haul
“When a Wanderess has been caged,
or perched with her wings clipped,
She lives like a Stoic,
She lives most heroic,
smiling with ruby, moistened lips
once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.”
― Roman Payne
“Spring is when the morning sputters like bacon and your sneakers run down the stairs so fast you can hardly keep up with them, and spring is when your scrambled eggs jump off the plate and turn into a million daffodils trembling in the sunshine.” ~ Bobbi Katz