Birds Of Power
E@L was in the gym this afternoon. That's two days in a row. Third time's a charm - the belly will dissolve into an easily aspiratable puddle of liquefied lard: one big suck with a 16 gauge (needle, not shotgun) and he'll have the six-pack of Brad Pitt rather than the keg of Sydney Greenstreet. OK, maybe not.
Three walls of the gym are glass. The fourth is a mirror. Two of the glass walls face over the rear driveway (which is closed off) and a cul-de-sac behind the church, and the mirror reflects from that direction as well. It is quite the nature idyll, the definition of quiet. Leafy and tranquil. Birds flitter from tree to tree as E@L exacerbates his sore feet on the treadmill. One bird is quite captivating. He sees it often, darting across the laneway, to disappear behind one of the large yellowing leaves of the «nts: Google "trees of Singapore"». It is a medium to small bird with a bright yellow plumage though with black wingtips and tail... Maybe this is it - a type of bulbul. He can't be sure - he thinks the head is yellow as well, but he can't find a photo on the web of a bird exactly like it. [Ed - like I looked for more than 4 minutes? Not!]
One thing though, it's a male. Only the males dress up fancy, trying to impress their potential mates. And the female, the potential mate, has the clout, the power - she is the Chief Executive Officer in the Department of Sex Discrimination. Only she can say, "Yes, I like your bulbul, let's fucking-well fuck!", or "No, you're just a yellow-bellied loser-bird, fuck the fuck off!"
And E@L is thinking, shedding completely-paid-for avoirdupois, painfully, by the milligram, in another ultimately futile cyclical effort to impress someone he don't even know exists (the perfect woman for him), do we really kid ourselves that, as humans, it is any different in our world?
We men may have strength (if we work out in the gym often enough that is, or failing that, we develop a good sense of humour and a big bank balance) but the women we want, they hold 'the power'.
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
"We men may have strength (if we work out in the gym often enough that is, or failing that, we develop a good sense of humour and a big bank balance) but the women we want, they hold 'the power'."
Glad to see some members of the XY chromosoms admitting that.
I got the power! Amazing how much power a few simple gestures have. The batting of eyelashes,lips forming into a pout, rubbing the knee, sometimes running fingernails slightly down the back while purring in persuasion. Turns even the hardiest into quivering dishes of jelly.
Resistance is futile biatches.
right..we have all the power..that's why we NOW make approximately 75 cents to every dollar a man makes in the states...and that's just related to pay...women have to work harder and longer to even get that...beauty fades, little tricks and gestures become old and predictable...whatever happened to grow your MIND and your body will follow? it's a dangerous perception to think that love and companionship can be reduced to superficial and shallow tricks...external beauty fades in BOTH men and women..and even faster if there's nothing inside to enhance it...
Sav: the socio-sexual, economic and political inequalities of what goes down in America are not exactly what I am talking about. Such statisitics that you quote are by no means universal and relate to an odd set of circumstances and heritage that are uniquely American. Entrenched anti-unionism, paranoid fear of "Big" Government, fundamentalist Christian religions, Calvinism and the protestant work ethic, looney Ayn Rand individualism: a range of factors are unique to USA's development that just haven't been influences in other countries. These sort of things you must realize are what contributes to the weird combination of freedom and exploitation that characterize your country, and what affect overseas opinions and perceptions of a schizophrenic America.
Other than that, I was talking about Boy meets Girl and fails to impress, is all...
VPS: you win, every time.
p.s. using strength is an admission of weakness. A yellow Ferrari works much better.
pardon my rant
yeah, but I can rant right back at ya!! :)
e@l, button pusher to the masses!
p.s. and my mind was shrinking while my body grew!!!
lapses in memory: names, joke punchlines, places, faces, winners of races, just when you need them -gone!
Calories? Can't give then away!
OK, I'm off for lunch...