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Girlie Girls

Don't have microsoft word, so all my spelling and grammar magically isn't going to correct itself for this post, and I can already feel my IQ level dropping a few respectable posts, but who cares.

Isn't it great when we can rely on other gadgets and whatsits to correct things for us. Look at the magnitude of things that we can accomplish in half the time, soon we're going to be able to cram down eight hours in sleep in three, and still feel like the time has flown. That should add a few years to our wrinkles. But honestly, if you look at all the cool stuff we can do, you would think that our buildings would look ten times cooler than the Romans and that we could generally outdo the great Stone Sculptures and temples that our ancestors could build. But they relied on something we have generally forgotten, and that is manual hard labour and creativity. Years of invisioning a certain project shadowing the ground and standing taller than God himself, shapes and colors that are oh so natural and beautiful for tourists to catch some smoochies with their normal but oh so adorable loved ones. With all this technology we have just gotten mind lazy.

All the powerful inventors and creators relied on their own masterminds, carefully drawn sketches and the invigorous routines of mathematical mayhem to get them through the day. And of course dont forget that we enslaved the poor defenseless villagers to build it for us. However, the end result is still a magnitude of brillience is it not? A spectacle of something bigger than life, with older tools, less technology and less answers that were mapped out before us. So how come we dont build things like that anymore. We have gone from creating to exploring and living in the past wonders of the world instead of creating new ones for our children down the line. Chopped down our forrests, natural groves, and effortless non man made wonders for shopping malls and computers. Could we get computers to build a massive mummy tumb? Would anyone else get a kick out of seeing George W. Mummyfied in girlie wraps and left in a cold stone prison for someone someday to open up and poke around with cutting tools? Trying to discover who this man was, and how awesome he must have been to have the honour of being buried with his gold treasures. And what would he be buried with? A Timex watch maybe? Wedding ring..? His Whitehouse dog? Would they make a documentary on how they think he walked, lived, and breathed? The affect he had on the country? How powerful his iron fist was, or how blood thirsty his heart for conquest was? Would they explore the many depths of the crevaces? Send down scopes to see if there were antique vases, or maybe just the cobwebbed office chair he would snuggle his little tushy in?

I'd like to see that. I'd like to see a lot of things. Looking back when the Tango was first invented, the thriving sexy dance where the women spun around in their hot red dresses with silk and laces, and the men trotted around in their slick black shoes and their quick boots. Oh how we embraced our feminine strength in being both secretive on whats under our clothes, but hot and vibrant like the beautiful women we are. There is no mystique anymore, teenagers are walking around in belly tops and short skirts, no need for our gentlemen to fantisize what could be under those strong dancing legs, no need to work the flirtatious lines to find a soft hearted woman who could cook dinner, but still be strong enough to run the household behind the scenes of the strong shouldered protective man. Now its all shacking up, hip hop music, and nothing left unseen by the wandering eyes. Fuck you and eat shit, never hold the door for the elderly, never show your age on your face if you can help it, and you can look at my ass but you just cant touch unless you can feed me enough vodka to kill a horse. Where has all the class gone, where you could have your breath taken away at a good opera show, and then flirt with the man sitting across the table, polite to the waiter, dark handsome eyes, and an arm to escort you to your wandering carriage? Have we lost all of our genuine culture and color for a walking strip show and a cigarette? Oh the French and their wine, the Greek fine dining, the Italian families all leaning on eachother. Where almost every job we have is just another bus stop to the next location, and no one takes pride in even the little things like a perfectly polished table.

Just some things I was curious about..


Sincerely,
Kendra

posted by Kendra Robillard @ 9:09 p.m.