Saturday, April 7, 2012

Too beautiful or Too vain??


Recently a British lady who lives French country side and sees very few people daily, wrote an article about how other women hated her because she was too beautiful. She also listed difference occasions where she received something for free, all because men found her attractive. I guess because she asked all of them??  I don't think she did, I think she assumed. But the funny thing is, sure she isn't ugly per say, but she is far from a dropped dead gorgeous woman, and it really isn't up to me to judge, I think that is up to the men giving her free stuff. But one thing I don't think she realizes or maybe many other people realize is that lots of women get free stuff, and I mean lots. I think if you look back on your life you will know what I mean.

I will tell you straight out that I am not a good looking woman, I was never the best looking in the bunch, but even I got free things from men, and I am not just talking drinks, or cab rides. I have gotten plane tickets, jewelery, down payments for cars, I even got a free tire, really, I did.  I have had men work on my cars, at no cost, and here is the real kicker, I have had three men marry me, and even had three others who really wanted to marry me, but I rebuffed them. So it really isn't hard to get things from men, I wasn't even really trying to get free things, I would even ask how much I owned them, and all would say don't worry about it, and no I am not talking about the ones who married me, or who were wanting to marry me. I also did not sleep with all of these men, nor was that even a question. (Come on, like the married guy at Les Schwab wanted a quicky, while I was there with my 5 year old?)  One of the guys I dated called it my free face. He said all I had to do was pull that out and I would get things. Well who was I to fight or complain? 

She stated these were examples of experiences she compiled over 41 years, I am only 37, so I guess I win. But this really isn't about who gets what for free, it is abut her claiming that we as women hate other women who are better looking. Well maybe for some women, but those would just be the ones who are shallow enough to believe that from the start. I have lots of friends who are gorgeous, and they know it, but I wish them no ill will. I have never been mean or petty to them. But on the other hand, women who think they are drop dead good looking and pull out that card all the time, and try to one up other women, or use it to manipulate the situation, those are the ones we hate, and would maybe do things to show our dislike to.  Regular women who aren't caught up in all of the "better looking" crap will totally get what I am saying, the shallow, artificial ones won't and will just come back saying, "see I told you women hate me because I am beautiful", no we hate you because you are a bitch, plain and simple.       


So maybe next time you are out in the world and you think women hate you, start to ask why, because the answer isn't because you are too beautiful, it is most likely because you have a personality disorder of a major proportion.  Maybe you are vain, vapid, hateful, self centered, bubble headed, selfish or just plain super silly and we can all see it a mile away, before we even notice your looks. Because ugly walks in a room way before beauty does.

(the tire photo is from myallterraintires. com, the vain woman image is from counter-currents. com)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Back burner Sisters.

Sisters is a foreign concept to me, I don't have any, I have many brothers but not a single blood sister.But as I have gotten older I realize that I have had any people in my life to help me realize what it would be like to have a sister, but yet at the same time, show me I won't ever have that special bond.

I married a man with seven siblings, so with that comes many in laws. Many of whom I have become close to, but yet still have a lot to learn about each other. I have six brothers, all of whom are now married so I have 6 sister in laws, all different. I enjoy each of them. Some are newer to the family than others, some I have spent lots of time with, some I have just spent a few days here and there with. I know some better than others, but I know none of them like someone would know their sister. Because we just didn't share the same growing up experiences.  I have cousins that I was very close to, but they all have sisters, so I am not someone that they turn to now when they are looking for the extra help or support. I am a back burner sister to many. I get it, and I am starting to come to terms with it.

When I was very little I never wanted a sister, I was selfish, I  didn't want to share my toys, my room or my clothes. Having my own room as a teenager was also nice. But now, I would give all of that up to be the first person someone would call when they need help or want what to share a laugh or if they need an idea for dinner. But that never happens and it never will. I don't have a daughter either, so I won't be getting any of those "help mom" phone calls.  I will be the evil MIL, you messed up my husband, and "butts in" when she isn't needed. It will be a different life, but the only one I will know.

I didn't get on here to vent about not having a sister, I actually want to talk about how I spoke to a sister in law today, and I realize I am much funnier on the phone than I am on here.

Like, how I went on about how you know you are a stay at home mom who needs a break, because you think a stay in the hospital would be a nice break. Then you start to fantasize about what you could have happen in order for you to be laid up for a few days and I don't me in a dirty way.  (Car accident, broken bones, psychotic breaks....) To have people attend to all your needs. But in talking to my hubs who works two jobs, he would love the same thing, a nice break from all the stress of working and all the demands of having a family. Oh to dream, maybe some day, I know it goes by fast, so those easy free days are really right around the corner. If only I had a sister to share them with.