Blonde Hair and Big Tits
Why the mass-male contingent towards this type of women? Why Barbie, Why Pammy?
At what stage did society deem that girls with waistbones protruding from emanciated skin, no asses, no personality and no brains become the be-all and end-all of the human male psyche (well, one of their psyches?!?!)
Was it us males who perpetuated the skinny-is-better theory, or did our female counterparts just perpetuate the beauty myth and lump us all with the responsibility.
I was asked by a colleague who i’d fuck if I had the chance between her and Michelle Pfeiffer (after my indication that I thought MP was absolutely gorgeous)…. I told her i’d choose her. When she scoffed at me, my indication pointed to the reality of the person in front of me, their 3-dimensional structure and personality were far more appealing than the object (no matter how beautiful) standing in the corner.
Women scoff and men drool
Idealistically we meet people to procreate, and yet we choose people completely incompatible with this purpose, and to add further salt to the wounds we classify these images as ‘perfection’.
Kate Moss on a fucking catwalk doesn’t come anywhere near my definition of beauty folks. Bring me a waistline (ample bustline doesn’t go astray either I will admit!), bring me personality, bring me passion (definitely have to have passion), bring me arguments and tears and passion and laughter and everything in between.
That’s what I want.
So why is that women scoff at my claims. Has society taught them through the media channels that men like this don’t exist, or have they felt it personally. My fear in a lot of cases is that we perpetuate our own truths and never actually find them for ourselves. There is no love, no passion, no compromise, no honesty these days. We believe what we see in front of us without consideration to the reality that might just be around the corner. Of course with the scoffing comes the segmentation into the SNAG territory. What if i’m not a SNAG, what if i’m just a guy who loves what he does and (most of the time) what he represents in the world.
Trade barriers
What if we take so much time protecting ourselves from what we’ve been taught to fear that we never actually work it out on our own. Life is pain and beauty and passion and excitement and heartache and tragedy. Life with it people. Go with it, don’t be afraid of what you may or may not achieve. Care only that you’ve tried, you’ve lived through it and come to the other side where you’ve hopefully learnt a little more about yourself.
Show your love, hug a geek
Go out tonight, pick up some semi-intelligent, remotely attractive individual and actually spend some time with them. You know you might just have some fun and learn something in the process. And fuck, you’ll have tried it for once.
If good guys do come out last, then we need to drag these good guys from the woodwork, get them out into the pubs, clubs and dating scene that is this amazing planet. Maybe, just maybe, the contingency of intelligent, articulate, remotely attractive boys will flood the dim-witted, blonde-haired bimbos and everyone will go home happy tonight. 
The girls too…
It’s not just the boys who need to get out there. Girls: Get out there, shake those asses of yours, meet some boys, have some fun, laugh, flirt and generally let your hair down. For one night don’t worry that you’ll go home lonely or that you might not go home at all. Go with it. Who knows, you might end up with a geek and still be happy 
Don’t go out and marry Barbie, because really, how many of us are really attracted to the big-haired blonde with an enormous rack?
Elton John - I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues
Don’t wish it away
Don’t look at it like it’s forever
Between you and me
I could honestly say
That things can only get better
And while I’m away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won’t be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts
Where we hide
[Chorus]
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second
Without hesitation
And never forget I’m your man
Without me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
[Chorus]
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
[Chorus]
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
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About Me
A passage from one of my favourite novels, ‘Zigzag Street’ by Nick Earls. If ever there was a text to describe what goes on in my world, this would be it.
For a more complete overview of how my head mainly works, read all of Nick’s books. Pure genius.
I’m In Love
I’ve fallen in love, only two weeks after breaking up with the girl…… And I have absolutely no idea how it’s all happened.
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5 CommentsOh.My.God
Christmas party next Friday night = Free Alcohol + Glamourous Girls + Free Alcohol
That is all….
Matchbox Twenty - The Difference
The thing with my emotions right now is that I am with this song in parts, though not quite there with others.
For me, right now, this song represents the realisation that I have made mistakes and that I can’t go back to where I was. I miss her terribly. No, scrap that. I miss the ‘idea’ of her there. I wish that I could be there and do the right thing and not have been such a bastard.
It’s funny right now. I am sad but i’m also incredibly happy. There are great things happening. I’m having heaps of fun and stretching my wings which is something that I need to do right now. However one needs to remember that they made mistakes, did the wrong things, could have done things better, could have treated people better.
I don’t want to submerse myself in misery, but I don’t want to run away from the fact that I need to process everything that’s going on. I’m happy to be living my life now and I want only the best for my ex, more than anything.
I suppose you come to the point where you realise that the past has happened and the future starts where you let it. When is the right moment to let go, move on and start something afresh, and when is the right moment to hold on, not give up, not cave in.
I haven’t been the best friend, mate or partner of late. I am starting to see a more clear picture of why that is now. I didn’t let myself settle, didn’t let myself find my own feet down here. Didn’t let myself be lonely when I needed to be. Didn’t take the time to just be on my own. My beginnings were so frantic, I had so much happening that I just wanted someone to be there.
Now i’ve taken that journey, in a strange way, but nevertheless I live with what i’ve done and I move on.
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ed: You know what? If I go back over my posts of the last 12-18 months, I do this cycle. I’m a bastard of a friend, partner, lover, worker, sibling. Then one day I get completely burnt because I accept no responsibility for what i’ve done, who i’ve become and why i’m not as happy as i’d have otherwise hoped. And you know what, whilst i’m not entirely proud of that, I can’t say to myself that I haven’t tried, that I won’t keep trying or that i’m a bad person. I know i’ve fucked things up, and that has to be my journey.
What I do need to do is continue to be grateful for the people that are still there, still lurking and still loving me even when I don’t think that I deserve. Those are the people that will be around for a long time, through the thick and the thin.
They’re the people who can call me, ask me to bury the body and i’d drive the car. (You know the types of friends i’m talking about).
Thankyou to all of you. I am honestly a very lucky person to have people like you in my life.
p.s - I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep working at it. I know I will get there in the end. Nobody said the journey was going to be easy though.
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Weekend Australian
Well i’ve officially moved out and am in the new place. Tonight after finally stopping for the first time all weekend I realise I don’t have posession of the following:
- Food
- Clean cutlery
- An Ironed Shirt
These things are probably all of great importance, though and will require my rectification work very shortly or i’ll die from lack of something. Work starts early tomorrow and I will be in the middle of an incredibly bizarre situation of many people being fired and them trying to pin the blame on me.
Thank god for being out with 35+ witnesses to prove your whereabouts and actions.
I’m sad that i’ve moved out folks. My ex is clearly hurting and i’m just working it all through my head one day at a time. Right now i’m really excited about what’s going on in my life and i’m looking forward to taking some time out for not only myself, but also some time to work on myself.
It won’t be the most pleasant of journeys but I need to do it if i’m every going to function properly in a decent human relationship. I can’t explain (or just don’t want to) the feeings that are going on inside me atm. I’m tired and sick and emotional and happy and sad and generally naucious. The guys i’m moving in with are amazing, but the amass of beer bottles and lack of perfect cleanliness which I am so accustomed is going to take me some time. I’m not complaining, but I do have to adjust (re-adjust, I did it at uni for years!)
I don’t want the north-shore-perfect-apartment life back, but I don’t quite want what i’ve got here (ie the unknown).
I’m realising more and more where I can sell my soul, where I have sold my soul and where i’m not prepared to give up my soul. Now all I need to do is get enough finances so I can either do it on my own, or grow up a whole lot and find someone to share something very similar with me.
And so, as you know, the journey continues. This blog will be overhauled, re-hosted, re-coded and have a gallery added (to boot) over the next few weeks.
Welcome to my world
Loving all your work
Adam
