The Perfect Woman

Very stupid post.
Initially I didn't want to complete it, but decided to give Gamine a benefit of doubt.
On completing it, found it even more stupid

PART 2

Woman resisted for a long time but, owning nothing, she eventually did her best to comply. She pinched herself into a girdle, bound her and her daughter's feet, bleached her hair, bleached her skin, plucked her eyebrows, shaved her legs, struggled in long skirts, moved carefully in tiny skirts, teetered on heels, binged and starved, and sometimes even hired plastic surgeons to cut into her flesh to make it right.

The once laughing woman became very sick. She became sick from attempting to change her body, and she became sick of failing. She became sick of man's insults, which he still gave to her no matter how closely she matched his images. And she became sick of man's whistles and stares. She became sick of wobbling on heels, of dieting, of throwing up in bathrooms, of weighing herself on a scale. She was sick of man's images of her, which seemed to undermine the best of who she was. And even though she was never, ever, ever suppose to say it outloud, she started to get sick of man himself.

But regardless of how sick woman became, man still liked his images, and man was still the owner of just about everything: the stores, the coffee shops, the movie industry, the major magazines. Man owned the government, the police, the military, the media. He owned an expanding porn industry. And he still claimed to embody the image of God. Woman had to be nice to man.

So, woman started battling man's images of her, rather than man himself. She criticized some of the images--the billboards, the magazines, the movies, the TV. She started support groups. She developed her own tiny magazines with pictures of big women. She started her own line of clothing. She publicly argued for the acceptance of fat.

She told herself that she was beautiful just the way she was, and part of her knew this was true. But another part of her never quite believed it. Despite her best efforts to love herself, she continued to feel inadequate, judged, ashamed.

Woman eventually came to realize that all the body image support groups in the world, all the repeated affirmations of self-acceptance, all the counter-propaganda that argued that fat women, older women, this and that women were sexually appealing wouldn't change a damn thing, because man still owned the garden. By this time, the garden was quite devastated, but it was the source of all food, and the only place to live.

So long as this owner-of-everything wanted woman to be his counter-likeness--similar but inferior, an interesting human being and an unthreatening object--woman was always going to have body image problems. She would continue to feel inadequate and ashamed, and she would continue to be sick.

sylvao and opokonwa. . . . lol Gamin no mind them.

PART 3

Finally one day, woman said, Enough! She decided to no longer worry about her self-image. She no longer spent her time trying to convince herself and others to accept her body just the way it was. What a red herring, she said outloud. She decided to think bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until the whole world started to rain in woman-thoughts: woman-loving, woman-respecting thoughts. Thoughts that weren't altogether gentle and kind, but were impatient and demanding, and quite threatening to man.

She boycotted. She organized an international all-woman strike. She sabotaged man's manly systems. She demonstrated. She retaliated. She learned self-defense. She laid claim to the lands and the waters, and everything that came of them. And she refused to be bought off until the reclaiming was complete. She no longer pitied man. She was no longer intimidated by him. And she no longer looked at herself through his eyes.

It wasn't easy, but woman succeeded at what she set out to do. The garden was reclaimed--by her, by the snake, by the air, by the garden itself. And man, well, he wasn't happy at first. He had put up a big fight. He was still recovering from the fight. And from the loss of all his images of woman. And from his acknowledgment that he cannot create God in his own image.

Man pitied himself for a long while. But this time, woman ignored his sighs. She refused to forget what she had been through. She tended the garden, but with a lot more caution than before.

And man, shut out by the woman he had known for so long, was forced to do a lot of hard thinking. Lonelier and sadder than he had ever known himself to be, he eventually faced the reality in front of him. He finally came to remember and understand the beauty of woman, and the garden, and life. And even though it was really scary at first, he realized the only way he could ever reunite with woman and the garden was to surrender to, and honor, the moving, temporary moment of being alive.

And woman thought that this was good. And a whole new story began

lol. . . oh lordy lordy lordy.


there is nothing liek the perfect woman

@Gamine
             If I no sleep with that pics you mount on your profile, am comming to hold you responsable.

education is common, but understanding and appreciation is rare. the story can't be understood by shallow minds. so if u don't get it, ask, rather than display the shallowness of your understanding by calling the post stupid.

@ gamine

nice post. been a while since i saw anything this funny in a thought provoking way on nairaland. most people don't realize it, but it's actually deep stuff. quite feminist, but deep nonetheless.

BTW how those your boyfriends with C of O? house committee on land applications go soon close submission of applications for review of ownership!

@Joey
Lemme give you an assignment
Learn how to read !

@Easybaby
   mute!
   you are not even human sef
   Mute!

 

I'm used to Gamine's pointless threads. You always want to sound like a feminist but in this thread you kind of focused only on the black woman. Very wrong!

Excuse me, did you say "She publicly argued for the acceptance of fat" ? This is the worst statement I've ever heard. Argue that FAT be accepted? Yukkk! Who thinks like this?

i love the story.

@poster

Are you mad or something, l guess something is loose at your fucking Brian .

Next time you insult my Easybaby,  the devil you serve will not forgive you,  idiot

lol. . let's just say she's confused. I really don't get her most times 

Marriage, by force? Hope she doesn't marry a psycho like herself . I no fit shout. .