I wonder far too much for my own good, so much in fact, that I wonder about my wondering.
For instance, when I come to these grand pronouncements of mundanity that I am rather prone to reaching after wondering about things, I wonder if many people have already reached such conclusions and that what I find as being fresh, grand and groundbreaking is nothing more than another step on a maturation process that billions of other folks have already gone through.
The specific epiphany that I have reached this time I came to during the communion procession at Mass on Sunday. Ever since they decided to change the rule from kneeling to standing I spend the communion procession daydreaming instead of praying. But that’s not important right now.
There is a lot of talk about how advertising and fashion models and all that influence little girls and turn them into anorexic cosmo-zombies, but I realized that something similar happens to guys too. Girls expect themselves to look like perfection and guys, I think as a result of the same sources, expect them to look perfect too. This is bad not only because it is unobtainable and adds unnecessary self-consciousness and other baggage, but also because it doesn’t pay any attention to what is pretty about girls.
This sort of feeds in to something I’ll get to later in the week, but for now I’ll just say that I have realized that I often will look at a girl and not think she is that pretty just because she doesn’t meet the supermodel standard when, in truth, she is pretty as all get out. I don’t think it is that I’ve been too picky, instead I think I’ve been operating under the assumption that the. Actually I don’t really know what point I’m trying to make. I guess I just realize that girls don’t have to look look supermodels to be pretty. Certainly not a news flash, but whenever I finally understand the obvious I think it is pretty cool.
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Girls are hot. Period.
I concur. Pulp art is awesome, though.