If you are jealous of another woman, it is only because you don't know her well. People who have suffered envy no one. Once you touch the ugly guts of a lovely facade, there's no enchantment with a beautiful lie.
Experience suffering and we can no longer deceive ourselves. Or deny the lies of others. It's as though this knowledge removes filters to elegant deceptions. Indignant anger turns into cool acceptance.
Our job as successful members of society is to suffer in silence. With a quiet dignity, we wait for this tragedy to pass and its grief to end. Like a red scar, it fades in time. Invisible to all; indelible to us.
We each hurt, wounded inside. Pain is more patient than we are. Loss is inevitable in our lives. We cannot avoid the inexorable truth.
Along our path, we pick up a story to tell. We pray our tale is not told in vain. For others, it remains a secret to keep. A source of shame.
We cannot allow ourselves to become numb. The pain subsides. I promise you. It does. You are not alone.
When we are young, there is tremendous shine on the shell, and a squishy softness in the middle. At some point in maturity, we realize how tender we are on the outside, and how solid is our core. Reality, it seems, turns inside out.
Now you know. The only thing worth fighting for is life itself. Everything else is disposable. Ego, image, vanity. These feints at self-importance are mere delusions and wasteful expenditures.
These lessons came at a cost, though. It is well worth the price I paid. However, it is an involuntary tax imposed on experience.
In the crucible of my time, I asked God "Why me? I'm not Job. I don't matter." The moment was wasted on me. But not for long. It had to matter. This is not for nothing. It can't be.
I started to take an inventory. What was lost? What remains? What next?
Accounting for my meager blessings, I started to be thankful. Then I started seeing goodness all around me. For everything I lost, I regained each of the losses as a tenfold gain. It's as though gratitude is a form of tithing, like mental money.
As I account for the losses, I am amazed at what remains. Good things endure, however ephemeral they seem to be. What survived the storm? Happiness. Love. Talent.
How did these survive? Because they are internal qualities. It is found within me, as if each are a seed in our soul. As such, they can never be taken away. They cannot be given away, either. Only thrown away as ingrattitude.
I thank God every day for what I have. I'm thankful for all that He left for me to rebuild of my life. It's not mansions in paradise and winning lottery tickets, either. But the trials are over, or so it seems. A reprieve is good enough for me.
One thing I know: storm as it might, I'm still standing. Isn't that what we really wonder of ourselves? In the event of a distaster, can I survive? If I survive, will I ever thrive?
Ockham's Razor states that when you hear the sound of hooves - think horses, not zebras. But what if the sound of hooves you hear is The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? That's easy - think zebras, not horses.
Laugh in face of fear. Why not? Imagine the fearsome Pestilence, War, Famine, and Disease clopping along on their little zebras. The imagery is pretty funny. Tragedy has a humor all its own. Thank God.
Invisibility Wastes Womanly Beauty As Human Potential
The hallmark of advanced civilization is its full participation of women in the public sphere. You may find profoundly beautiful women in oppressed regimes. But if you can’t see them about, do they really exist?
Put another way, if a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound? Is sound generated simply by the compression and expansion of air waves? Or is it sound only when one receives the noise signal?
Bounding women in headscarves or draping them in burqas obscures their beauty to be sure. What's worse, it blots them from public expanse like a swarm of blind spots. An invisible woman is a fallen tree that registers no noise in its ruin, so no one notes its demise.
Obliterating women from view has its place in the lowest levels of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. It is the fight for survival. (Perhaps it occupies its own rung in Dante’s Inferno. This where liars are below thieves for stealing from people the truth.)
Women freed from the toil of securing food, shelter, and security can pursue higher levels of self-fulfillment. And maybe fulfill their purpose here on earth.
Tethered to the fear of daily life keeps women penned as unwanted pets, possessing ideas like animals do instincts.
Put another way, if a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound? Is sound generated simply by the compression and expansion of air waves? Or is it sound only when one receives the noise signal?
Bounding women in headscarves or draping them in burqas obscures their beauty to be sure. What's worse, it blots them from public expanse like a swarm of blind spots. An invisible woman is a fallen tree that registers no noise in its ruin, so no one notes its demise.
Obliterating women from view has its place in the lowest levels of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. It is the fight for survival. (Perhaps it occupies its own rung in Dante’s Inferno. This where liars are below thieves for stealing from people the truth.)
Women freed from the toil of securing food, shelter, and security can pursue higher levels of self-fulfillment. And maybe fulfill their purpose here on earth.
Tethered to the fear of daily life keeps women penned as unwanted pets, possessing ideas like animals do instincts.
Freedom = Beautiful. Opppression = Ugly.
Strong free market economies with little governmental corruption have the most beautiful women in the world. Oppressed countries have notoriously ugly women.
Russian women today are what Italian women were before. Beautiful, but only after freed from oppression. Imagine what stunning beauties Arab, Persian, and Afghan women will become once tyranny gives way to freedom.
Italian women emerged as renowned beauties after the fall of Fascism, Russians after the fall of Communism. Arabia must shed its shackles from fanatical Wahhibism and America from radical Feminism.
Russian women today are what Italian women were before. Beautiful, but only after freed from oppression. Imagine what stunning beauties Arab, Persian, and Afghan women will become once tyranny gives way to freedom.
Italian women emerged as renowned beauties after the fall of Fascism, Russians after the fall of Communism. Arabia must shed its shackles from fanatical Wahhibism and America from radical Feminism.
For Some Uglies, Beauty Is Do or Die
In Israel, a homely Palestinian girl experienced grave trauma. Jewish doctors saved her life.
A few months after a full recovery, this Palestinian girl intended to destroy the Israeli hospital in which she recovered. She wanted to kill all the Jewish doctors who helped her heal.
Unable to detonate herself in a botched suicide bombing, a reporter asked an important question:
Since Muslim men are rewarded for martyring themselves (as shahids) by having sex with seventy-two virgins in heaven, what reward is there for her as a woman to martyr herself?
She answered with certainty: I will be one of the seventy-two virgins! Because this girl was no beauty in this life, being beautiful is her gift in the afterlife.
All she wants is to be sexually attractive to men. To be lusted over and fought for by men. To create a legacy by having children with a man who desires her.
She can only fulfill this fantasy in a deal with death. Life dealt her cards with a losing hand.
A few months after a full recovery, this Palestinian girl intended to destroy the Israeli hospital in which she recovered. She wanted to kill all the Jewish doctors who helped her heal.
Unable to detonate herself in a botched suicide bombing, a reporter asked an important question:
Since Muslim men are rewarded for martyring themselves (as shahids) by having sex with seventy-two virgins in heaven, what reward is there for her as a woman to martyr herself?
She answered with certainty: I will be one of the seventy-two virgins! Because this girl was no beauty in this life, being beautiful is her gift in the afterlife.
All she wants is to be sexually attractive to men. To be lusted over and fought for by men. To create a legacy by having children with a man who desires her.
She can only fulfill this fantasy in a deal with death. Life dealt her cards with a losing hand.
Wealthy Whites: Dream. Poor Blacks: Nightmare.
The drive for beautiful wives is to have beautiful daughters who can marry up. She will elevate her whole family into higher status through marriage to a wealthy man. Entire families are supported this way.
That’s why when pretty little white girls from gated communities get abducted, it’s 24-7 international news. You’ve shattered the American dream not only for that bereaved family, but for an entire nation whose streets are paved with gold. (At the heels of an elegant woman goes the image.)
A poor black child lost in the abyss of welfare services makes a pitiful appearance at the tail end of a local news break. This is not because America doesn’t cherish its children. It definitely does. But because this juts forth the flip side of the American dream – the American nightmare.
That’s why when pretty little white girls from gated communities get abducted, it’s 24-7 international news. You’ve shattered the American dream not only for that bereaved family, but for an entire nation whose streets are paved with gold. (At the heels of an elegant woman goes the image.)
A poor black child lost in the abyss of welfare services makes a pitiful appearance at the tail end of a local news break. This is not because America doesn’t cherish its children. It definitely does. But because this juts forth the flip side of the American dream – the American nightmare.
Freedom From Oppressive Poverty Is The American Dream
Individuals create more leisure time when freed from the shackles of poverty requiring endless endeavor to sustain a pitiful life.
Countries with individuals who have more leisure time are affluent and often indulgent.
That affluence and indulgence is expressed as hope, creativity and generosity. All truly American traits and attributes of womanly beauty.
A man’s hope is to be with a beautiful woman for whom he’ll create a family and bestow on them all he has to offer.
Fulfilling that is the American Dream.
Countries with individuals who have more leisure time are affluent and often indulgent.
That affluence and indulgence is expressed as hope, creativity and generosity. All truly American traits and attributes of womanly beauty.
A man’s hope is to be with a beautiful woman for whom he’ll create a family and bestow on them all he has to offer.
Fulfilling that is the American Dream.
Win For Losing And Trying Again
Looking your best makes you feel good. Feeling good makes you confident. Confidence makes you win for the challenges you take on.
You win no matter the loss. Loss is nothing but ridding excess. That excess is often fear itself.
Experience gives us gains. Losing is gaining wisdom along the way. You lose nothing that can't be regained. What can't be regained is probably worth losing.
Iron is made strong through being forged with fire. Its ore is merely dust. Challenge is the crucible that forges us into formidable strength.
The fire from the forge that breaks you and makes you is a light that guides others along the path for finding their own strength. You illuminate the challenges on your path that offers others a way to overcome them.
When you lead by example the world follows. Our eyes follow light. Our hearts follow leaders.
All are inspired and the world is made better. The power of personal beauty is its influence in inspiring others.
You win no matter the loss. Loss is nothing but ridding excess. That excess is often fear itself.
Experience gives us gains. Losing is gaining wisdom along the way. You lose nothing that can't be regained. What can't be regained is probably worth losing.
Iron is made strong through being forged with fire. Its ore is merely dust. Challenge is the crucible that forges us into formidable strength.
The fire from the forge that breaks you and makes you is a light that guides others along the path for finding their own strength. You illuminate the challenges on your path that offers others a way to overcome them.
When you lead by example the world follows. Our eyes follow light. Our hearts follow leaders.
All are inspired and the world is made better. The power of personal beauty is its influence in inspiring others.
So Proud of My Shipmates!
As a viral email "Attaboy!" this is suppossedly the Navy's new recruitment poster. Hilarious. And a huge hurrah for our sailors (and soldiers and airmen and marines) supporting our American way of life.As a Navy Reservist and career Navy Brat, I salute you. My shipmates and especially the SEALs, you are the best and brightest in the world. As a proud and patriotic single woman, call me....
Men Choose Sides With The Siren's Call
In men's minds, women are either Scylla or Charybdis, The Sirens luring Homer's Odysseus and his ship to a watery grave.
The Strait of Messina is the narrow waterway between the island of Sicily and mainland Italy. Odysseus had to sail through the Straits in order to return home to Greece after an endless war in The Odyssey.
On one side sat Scylla on a rock with her six heads that greedily devoured men in her grasp. Meet Gold Digger.
On the other side sat Charybdis with her gaping mouth that sucked in huge amounts of water, creating whirlpools. Meet Super Size Me.
Crossing through the Strait of Messina with Sirens on either side, Odysseus knew getting too close to one while avoiding the other is certain death.
Scylla we know as the quintessential Mean Girl. The stunning beauty that spurs global conquest made ugly by her wake of wrecked lives.
Charybdis is the Fat Chick whose warm bath of amniotic comfort has you swim into blissful abundance. Until the water gets cold.
Odysseus chose to get closer to Scylla and lose a few sailors than Charybdis and lose the whole ship.
When you wonder how that rotten temptress gets so many smitten men, now you know: he chose Scylla. Excitement with fewer losses is greater than comfort with fewer gains.
The Strait of Messina is the narrow waterway between the island of Sicily and mainland Italy. Odysseus had to sail through the Straits in order to return home to Greece after an endless war in The Odyssey.
On one side sat Scylla on a rock with her six heads that greedily devoured men in her grasp. Meet Gold Digger.
On the other side sat Charybdis with her gaping mouth that sucked in huge amounts of water, creating whirlpools. Meet Super Size Me.
Crossing through the Strait of Messina with Sirens on either side, Odysseus knew getting too close to one while avoiding the other is certain death.
Scylla we know as the quintessential Mean Girl. The stunning beauty that spurs global conquest made ugly by her wake of wrecked lives.
Charybdis is the Fat Chick whose warm bath of amniotic comfort has you swim into blissful abundance. Until the water gets cold.
Odysseus chose to get closer to Scylla and lose a few sailors than Charybdis and lose the whole ship.
When you wonder how that rotten temptress gets so many smitten men, now you know: he chose Scylla. Excitement with fewer losses is greater than comfort with fewer gains.
Beauty Traded As Goods In Our Market Economy
A woman’s fortune is her looks because beauty is a commodity, trading on markets of opportunity. To deny that betrays bitter stupidity.
Being beautiful requires a wealth of time, money, effort, and luck. Obvious expenses support a whole host of economies that are overlooked but immensely important to individual lifestyles as they are to global trade.
This is an economy where goods are traded by the invisible hand of consumers. When supply is hope, demand is desire.
Being beautiful requires a wealth of time, money, effort, and luck. Obvious expenses support a whole host of economies that are overlooked but immensely important to individual lifestyles as they are to global trade.
This is an economy where goods are traded by the invisible hand of consumers. When supply is hope, demand is desire.
Big Boobs. Big Brains. Supersize Me!
It is possible to have boobs and brains. Both big. Very big.
There’s a vile myth that women can be either smart or beautiful, but not both. As though God isn’t beneficent enough to offer both attributes in abundance. Or even that being beautiful and smart wasn’t God’s plan when casting us mounds of clay in His image.
In the North, men assume women are smart until a bit of beauty emerges. Then she’s a Bimbo who has to marry for money.
In the South, most men think women are pretty – and most are, unless they are really smart. Then they’re Brainiacs who have to marry for sex.
To exercise their brilliance, the Brains move north to meet up with brainy birds who flock together. And crap on shiny nice cars as petty vengeance for not winning any beauty pageants as chicks.
There’s a vile myth that women can be either smart or beautiful, but not both. As though God isn’t beneficent enough to offer both attributes in abundance. Or even that being beautiful and smart wasn’t God’s plan when casting us mounds of clay in His image.
In the North, men assume women are smart until a bit of beauty emerges. Then she’s a Bimbo who has to marry for money.
In the South, most men think women are pretty – and most are, unless they are really smart. Then they’re Brainiacs who have to marry for sex.
To exercise their brilliance, the Brains move north to meet up with brainy birds who flock together. And crap on shiny nice cars as petty vengeance for not winning any beauty pageants as chicks.
Bare Naked Beauty in Broad Daylight
Honesty is a beauty all its own. With honesty comes a host of other virtues: integrity, character, confidence, love, faith, worth.
In terms of physical beauty, what exactly makes a woman physically beautiful? It comes down to one trait most honest of all: symmetry.
There's no faking the expression of genetic perfection, despite all its pitiful attempts forcing an admission of fraud.
Being born with nearly perfectly symmetrical features is a triumph over nature. The jackpot in a genetic lottery.
Even people not considered classically beautiful are irresistibly attractive when their facial features are symmetrical. This is why we are drawn to people who may not fit into our ideal, be they physically or culturally or even emotionally different from us.
Opposites may attract, but all are attracted to the most attractive. We look. We must look. We cannot turn away.
Not without feeling the loss of a connection that can only be understood as chemistry. This, even when they don't look back. Or know that we exist.
Seeing them forms a connection, us to them, however unilateral the interaction.
This spark of attraction is the stuff of life. It's the source of inspiration for all human achievement.
When we see the embodiment of perfection in a person, we aspire to behold it and make it our own. It inspires action for we must possess this power.
Because we place a premium on female beauty, this is also why so many women resort to artifice. Artful application of make-up, skillful styling of hair, careful arrangement of jewelry, hell - even low lighting.
All serve to create an image of symmetry however fleeting it may be. Men know of this subterfuge, having x-ray vision to the truth built by their testosterone.
The crucial test, the gut check, is seeing his woman first thing in the morning. It's why men fall in love with the Natural Beauty at first glance. And why swimsuit issues are best sellers of the subscription.
Being drop dead gorgeous in broad daylight with surf and sand exposing all artifice to a woman's beauty is the embodiment of truth. For honesty is a beauty all its own.
In terms of physical beauty, what exactly makes a woman physically beautiful? It comes down to one trait most honest of all: symmetry.
There's no faking the expression of genetic perfection, despite all its pitiful attempts forcing an admission of fraud.
Being born with nearly perfectly symmetrical features is a triumph over nature. The jackpot in a genetic lottery.
Even people not considered classically beautiful are irresistibly attractive when their facial features are symmetrical. This is why we are drawn to people who may not fit into our ideal, be they physically or culturally or even emotionally different from us.
Opposites may attract, but all are attracted to the most attractive. We look. We must look. We cannot turn away.
Not without feeling the loss of a connection that can only be understood as chemistry. This, even when they don't look back. Or know that we exist.
Seeing them forms a connection, us to them, however unilateral the interaction.
This spark of attraction is the stuff of life. It's the source of inspiration for all human achievement.
When we see the embodiment of perfection in a person, we aspire to behold it and make it our own. It inspires action for we must possess this power.
Because we place a premium on female beauty, this is also why so many women resort to artifice. Artful application of make-up, skillful styling of hair, careful arrangement of jewelry, hell - even low lighting.
All serve to create an image of symmetry however fleeting it may be. Men know of this subterfuge, having x-ray vision to the truth built by their testosterone.
The crucial test, the gut check, is seeing his woman first thing in the morning. It's why men fall in love with the Natural Beauty at first glance. And why swimsuit issues are best sellers of the subscription.
Being drop dead gorgeous in broad daylight with surf and sand exposing all artifice to a woman's beauty is the embodiment of truth. For honesty is a beauty all its own.
America - Land of the Brave, the Free, the Lonely
We Americans have the greatest military men in the world. A man in uniform is the most magnificent sight to a red-blooded, libidinous woman like me.
Yet our beautiful men are reduced to oppressors for those whom they spill their blood to protect and leave their families to liberate. A role signifying strength and honor and valor, our servicemen are vilified as rapists and torturers instead of the noble man that he is.
We live in the land of the free and home of the brave. Not true, for we are secretive and cowardly.
We worry about what the neighbors will say to the knocking of headboards and boots until the wee hours. Or what our mothers would say if we take a strapping young lad as our lover to satisfy us in the most intimate way.
The place of epidemic sexual dissatisfaction despite the demands of free love. Boomers ushered in the era of indiscriminate sex, a legacy passed on to disenchanted Gen Xers and confused Millennials who are having more sex with less satisfaction.
The center of loneliness and isolation is the also center of the world influencing billions of people.
Sex sells, we know from the success of advertising. But it has also sold us out as we struggle to make meaningful relationships and the meaning of sex.
Where a man in any skin can become President, we can't live with the skin we're in.
Yet our beautiful men are reduced to oppressors for those whom they spill their blood to protect and leave their families to liberate. A role signifying strength and honor and valor, our servicemen are vilified as rapists and torturers instead of the noble man that he is.
We live in the land of the free and home of the brave. Not true, for we are secretive and cowardly.
We worry about what the neighbors will say to the knocking of headboards and boots until the wee hours. Or what our mothers would say if we take a strapping young lad as our lover to satisfy us in the most intimate way.
The place of epidemic sexual dissatisfaction despite the demands of free love. Boomers ushered in the era of indiscriminate sex, a legacy passed on to disenchanted Gen Xers and confused Millennials who are having more sex with less satisfaction.
The center of loneliness and isolation is the also center of the world influencing billions of people.
Sex sells, we know from the success of advertising. But it has also sold us out as we struggle to make meaningful relationships and the meaning of sex.
Where a man in any skin can become President, we can't live with the skin we're in.
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