the fear of nudity and more, the fear of not being perfect, especially not being in a perfect body (whatever that is) by current human standards completely dominates almost every media presentation and human activity... i can sometimes, when sleepy and easily distracted (and that does tend to happen), appear fascinated by the ritualistic lambasting and criticism of the supposed imperfections and the narrow minded idolization of the supposed perfect bodies...
something called the 25 most memorable swimsuit moments bring this to mind... the odd thing is that most of the people these media whores call hot or perfect are usually not attractive to me at all... though ok (oh kate), kate hudson is an exception...
ironically or not, it is my natural aversion to fat cuz instinctively i knew fat was a sign of laziness, apathy, low self-love, and unhealthy habits that lead to the lack of appeal for fat boobs (and that is what boobs are, the bigger they are, the more fat they contain, like it as most are trained to do or not), while a few inches below (abs) the slightest bit of fat is repulsive to most, which is completely illogical and another sign of the sheep-like blindness that most humans follow...
and let's not even mention that the show glorifies nipples and yet blurs them because, omigosh, we can't show nipples to children (ummm, breast feeding?... to debate the arbitrary definitions of sexy and sleazy, naughty and slutty, or whatever ridiculously (actually) meaningless words humans create to avoid these fears of sexuality and nudity, well, to me it's just stupidity... yeah, the illogic is so hypocritical as most fear-based thoughts are)... so i toss between laughing and feeling sad about this human fear and confusion...
oh, but they finish with phoebe, redemption?... though it was always her face that came first and her butt that came second for me, pun (and bun) not necessarilly intended (oh did i just give in to the attempt at a clever quip based on double entendre that growns with failure?... nyuk nyuk, right)...
maybe it's time to wake up and do something healthy, aye? :)
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Showing posts with label irony. Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2011
human fears
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
take it to the limit one more time
that's what 24 seems to be gearing up to do... won't be surprised to see waterboarding and all sorts of tortures before the end... they can justify it with some logic like exposing the american people to the reality of what our government does in our name under the guise of protecting us might wake people up to the inhumanity we allow and support and cheer on while simultaneously condemning others for doing the same...
just watch the news with your mind open if you need more proof...
besides, it's fox, so they've got to made the bleeding heart liberals look bad, pathetic, even corrupt... will jack shake them all up by the end of the show?... will the show shake all of us up?... what sort of surprise is in store?...
yawn, pass the chocolate :)
just watch the news with your mind open if you need more proof...
besides, it's fox, so they've got to made the bleeding heart liberals look bad, pathetic, even corrupt... will jack shake them all up by the end of the show?... will the show shake all of us up?... what sort of surprise is in store?...
yawn, pass the chocolate :)
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Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
what do we expect?
with a theme song that includes you can always sleep through work tomorrow (which he co-wrote and even sings himself) the brilliance of craig ferguson's manipulation of nocturnal and closet rebel america with cute puppetry and clever irony and sophmoric fart jokes and best-friend secret winks, double-entendre smirks, intimate collective conversations with the audience, mocking sensuality, and are you serious? mugging at the camera all the while slipping subtrifuge in the way of intelligent incites disguised as irreverent sarcasm and comedy (which includes his nightly it's a great day for america everybody, naturally) and the sense of belonging and agreeing in his coyly pleading i know, we agree to be mocked as he mocks himself and forget how late it is...
or maybe i'm his only viewer?
or maybe i'm his only viewer?
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