Due to a number of factors, Americans (id est: citizens of the United States) have issues with Venezuela. At present the situation has improved slightly, as that demented socialist Hugo Chavez has finally shuffled off this mortal coil, leading to a minor, albeit educational, alleviation of frost -- hey Cuba, deliver unto us the severed heads of Fidel and Raoul and we'll end the blockade; you too can come out into the sun again -- but Chavez's crazed acolyte still holds the reins of power, and maladministers the territory.
Perhaps symbolic of the national psychosis, Venezuelans have an insanity regarding their sit-upon.
Or rather, the sit-upons of their good ladies.
As detailed in this informative article on the BBC website: those asses in Caracas.
Key quote: "Buttock injections are one of many common cosmetic procedures Venezuelan women undergo to achieve what society deems to be beautiful."
Further quote: "There was a boom. In the office all the women had such nice buttocks. The last straw was when a judge I work with walked in, looking good. Her buttocks looked like two balloons, they were so beautiful."
Colour me heartless and culturally insensitive if you will, but I can be neither moved by the plight of Venezuelan women, nor the fervid fetishism of their men. Both genders in this equation are off their nut.
When it comes to sex-appeal, absolutely nothing is as attractive as a strong and well-developed mind. The bimbo may be eye-catching, much like a two-headed calf or a football player, but the intelligent woman fascinates.
It's as simple as that.
Societies that worship boobs and buts have their heads up their ass.
I still recall women I haven't seen in years because they were absorbing conversationally, whereas I cannot for the life of me remember the names of most celebrities or why they are famous.
I only found out recently that the Kardashians became notorious because of a sex tape; it came up in conversation. And I still don't know who Lumsey Lohan is.
Perhaps the most memorable women on television nowadays are the animated heroines of such shows as Bob's Burgers: vibrantly alive, idiosyncratic, obsessive, and just a tad neurotic.
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