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ramble number five.

I was just backtracking through Mia's blog. I came to her Aug. 27th post and thought that I would respond to that. I would love to link to that page, but I'm a computer ass, so you'll just have to use the link that I have to her site and find Aug. 27 for yourself. :)

I remember watching the movie "The Truth About Cats and Dogs," of all movies...but, one of my favorite parts was when one of the characters said something to the effect of, "Our faces are just shapes. It is not that one is beautiful and that the other is not. They are just different shapes." That was a VERY loose paraphrase, by the way.

Why do we, as women, let ourselves be reduced to hopes of airbrushed model Barbie look-alikes? Why do we secretly hate ourselves for not fitting into this unrealistic image? Most of all, how do we avoid perpetuating this problem with our young girls? My sister is 7, and my parents bought her professional highlights--Her friends thought she was lucky, but I feel so sorry for her...what a young age to learn that you are not good enough just as yourself?

This is one of the reasons I'm in the field of Education.

Here's a poem by a famous poet who speaks out on issues of feminism. There is also some other info. on body image, etc. Again, I'm a computer-ass, so I don't really know how to post links.

Barbie Doll
By Marge Piercy

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.

number four?

Well, I’m off to exercise in about two minutes, so I’ll make this short. Great morning, here. I’m such a happy girl when I wake early... Well, once I get up, that is. Today, I’m planning for a 20-minute lower body workout and then 40 minutes of good cardio... and I shall have a hotty body by 8 a.m.! (if only it worked like that!)

On a freakishly happy note, I went to Wal-Mart yesterday, and all the Christmas shit is out...For someone who is not religious, I just cannot tell you how much I just love the holidays. My fiance is Jewish, as I have mentioned...For our cards, I'm taking a little pix. of Preston (our famous Lab.--ok, famous to me)--one with a Santa Hat and one with a Yarmulke (for all Gentiles out there, if I phonetically spelled this word, it would be Ya-Mu-Kah...there we go). I'm going to paste the two little square black & white photos on the card, and underneath them, it will just say "Happy Holidays." Oh--and for those of you who don't have a Jewish boyfriend, I get to have Chanukah AND Christmas, and you-ooh dont! :) The real victim here is the dog. Oh, and I don't usually actually follow through on stuff like this. But, ah, the intentions...