Is it a Girl? Is it a Woman? No, it’s a Prototype!

Sometimes I wonder what Eve, the first woman on earth looked like. Did Adam fall for her just because she was the only woman on planet earth, or did she have a specific look and bodily dimensions that lead to the ‘ideal women’ being condemned to have those specific attributes? I have very basic knowledge about Adam and Eve, however I would like to know what lead to everyone figuring out what a perfect woman should look like. What is all the hue and cry about size 0, and the 36-24-36 dimensions?

If you look back into history, in the 18^th century, the common belief was that if a woman was heavy and voluptuous, it meant that she was intelligent, and would bear healthy children. Well, we know how long that lasted! I wonder what it is like in the minds of all those women who put themselves through starvation and degradation, who deny themselves FOOD to look like a sack of bones. What is it, is it so that more and more men would tail you like a pack of wolves? Is that it? Or is it a self esteem issue? Like Sheldon Cooper would ask, “Is your bodily mass somehow connected to your self-worth?”

I myself am a UK size 18, and I will not deny that there have been times when I myself have wished that I was thinner, but not a sack of bones, NEVER a sack of bones. Then I give myself a good punch (I can do that now, with all the basic kickboxing training I have had) and remind myself that it doesn’t matter. Why do we want to be like every other ‘skinny chic’ we encounter? Society has fed us with this bullshit long enough, and now we feel like anything more than ‘skinny’ is just unacceptable. Its like creating robots, the next one is going to be just like the last one. Why do we let others decide what we must look and be like?

The most appalling thing that I find is that women themselves look down upon other women for the way they look. I mean come on bitches, don’t we have the male population to make us feel bad enough? Do we have to turn against each other too? Since time immemorial, we have asked the question, “Can men and women be ‘just friends’?” however, the real question is can women be friends without biting each other’s heads off! Okay, that’s a completely different train wreck of a thought process, and let’s leave the opening of that Pandora’s Box to another rainy day.

Coming back to the million dollar question, why do we want to be yet another prototype? I am by no means saying that you must simply forget about your health and indulge in complete gluttony, but why deny yourself the occasional pleasure of a delicious, soft, freshly baked chocolate cake for a dude who looks like something Thor coughed up and spat out? Here are two pictures below, which one would you choose?

Why Choose TV Shows Over People

Well, it is safe to say that my obsession over TV shows has reached its peak, since I think it is better to replace with people, and rightfully so. However, this is not some spur in the moment thought, it is something that has actually been playing on my mind for a while now. Here are a few reasons why I think this could be a good idea:

1.       You will know exactly when to expect from a TV show. Yes, they come once a year, and you know the duration for what it will last. There are no stupid tantrums like, “Where were you when I needed you?” and “You promised me so-and-so, but you failed to do so!” Nope, you know exactly what you are getting into, and what you will get out of it.

2.       There is so much to learn from them. All shows, no matter what the genre, have so much to teach you, if only you pay heed, unlike people who have the same old morals and lectures to give out. Booooorrrrriiinnnggggg!

3.       TV shows give you a kind of psychological release. Say for example, when you watch Dexter, and he says ‘I really need a kill tonight,’ in some corner of your mind you think ‘Yeah baby, go get it, I wish I could too, but I guess will have to live it through you.’ There is a place for your deepest and most brazen thoughts to fester, thoughts that if you say out loud, people may flee from your vicinity like you have sprouted an extra head on your shoulder!

4.       The feel of belonging to a community. Yes, I know, this sort of contradicts my own train of thoughts about TV shows being better than people and communities made of people, but when you obsess over a TV show, you join the hoards of other fans and become a part of a fandom that binds you together, and you feel less weird and awkward amongst ‘adorable ordinary people’ (Sherlock style).

I could go on and on, but these are the foremost reasons that I would pick TV shows over people any day of the week. Sure, you can argue all you like about companionship and blah and blah, but there is nothing better than personal experience, and my experience says that when you need people the most, they walk out, find a hundred other things to do and then some. TV shows have always been there, when everyone left, they walked in, and man, they have been worth every single extended download limit and more. My vote goes for them, anytime, any day. 

To The Brink of Insanity and Back

There are always times in your life when you wonder when was it that all the laughter died; when was it that your face began to display more frowns and blank expressions and less smiles. Its scary, really, when you come to think of it, when you are in your 20’s and yet you feel like an old hag who has lived the best years of her life.

You know you are losing it when Microsoft Word corrects your grammar, the basic singular and plural stuff. Like seriously? Microsoft Word? That thing has less of a grasp on grammar than a two year old. And yet, it is true. When did I turn into that person? That once sharp mind is now reduced to this muddled state.

Then again you are only made to bear what you give to the world, so it is safe to assume that all the suffering that you go through is actually something that you have made someone else suffer. Life is really a full circle, believe me on that.

One day you think that just because you haven’t thought about a person for a while, haven’t wished them on holidays and special occasions, you are finally free from their grasp, or rather from the grasp of their blasted memories. However, that is not true. Memories don’t really leave us. They are merely waiting in the dark abyss of your mind, waiting to spring like a volcano when you least expect it, to catch you unawares and pull you down into that same old pit of self doubt and insecurities. And all the things that you have done so hard to forget or shove in some unsuspecting corner of your mind suddenly are out there in the open. Its like an appendix really, dormant, until it erupts and then there is no stopping it. Wait, now I am resorting to metaphors from the medical world? See, this is what friggin memories do to you.

A little part of every creative person’s mind is said to be insane. Maybe I got more than my fair share of insanity, I don’t know. Not that I am complaining, I would rather be slightly more insane than what is normally accepted than be an uptight 21^st century version of Cousin Violet from Downton Abbey (Although she is really awesome; she is the granny many wish for, but only few are lucky enough to have).

Anyway, where was I? Yeah, memories. Well, I think the best way to deal with it all is to accept it as it comes, to know that somewhere after all the pain and hurt you are never going to be the same, maybe your smile will have a little less of a curve than before and maybe some of that charming innocent spark will have gone out of your eyes, but again it’s fire that moulds the iron, not cotton candy.

Be grateful for pain, cos without true suffering there would be no true happiness. Does that make even the slightest bit of sense? Okay, fine, I need to replenish my stock of Old Monk cos now I am just rambling on like an old fool.