Sorting my male

Looking through my mail today I found one envelope which had my address but no name on it.

Oh, what are they trying to sell me now, I thought.


I opened it - expecting some disappointment like cheap printer ink cartridges, some new cleaning product or teddy bear address labels - and what did I see but this!
























Woo hoo! I thought. That's more like it! Just what I've been looking for!!


You can imagine how disappointed I was to turn this hunk of man over and read an ad for a new fitness centre in the area.


Shame.


Just when I thought he might be on sale....

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Tennis in the round (and round)

Well, I've profoundly pondered the problematic distractions of cricket,
so now I'll move on to rambling upon the ramifications of tennis.







ONE

Sharipova played some other squealer the other day. 'Aiii!!!' 'Ahhh!!!' Anyone nearby would've thought I had some hot one-on-one lady action porn on the telly (damn exciting porn at that!).

Needless to say, it could not be watched (not with the sound on at least).



TWO

The close up thing with Venus Williams' shorts had me thinking, and then I came to a cul-de-sac and stopped (after doing a few squealy doughnuts of course).

Commentator said that's the kind of thing he likes to see. I'm sure he was telling the truth. Although it was rather unnecessary.

More unnecessary was the extra-tight close up. If that hadn't have happened then the male watching would not have had to comment. (Another voice may add that at least he didn't say 'Jay-SUS she's FAT! Eeee-YOW momma!!'.)

So at this stage I believe the direction is to blame. Then I think, well, Venus wore (and designed) those extra-tight, extra-short shorts; she's showing off her bum and letting it all hang out so it gets attention. So maybe it's her fault. But after doing a few more burn-outs around the dead end I decided that it was the close-up that was most wrong. Say a player had a healthy cleavage gleaming in the sunlight? A close-up would be very wrong there.

So I've put booty and boobs on a par and slapped the director whilst giving commentator a darn evil glance, whilst also noting to myself that I would not choose to play tennis in such shorts... did you see how often she had to pull them out of her woo-hoo? Very uncomfortable.



THREE

The other thing with the tennis that bugs me is how often the female players are referred to - esp by male commentators - as 'girls'. Worse is the "good girl!" comment after a fine shot has been played. Is like a pat on the head! I felt a bit better when on one occasion I heard a "good boy!" [this was in reference to a male player I will add.... I have had enough of derogatory comments about Amelie - honestly, am I the only person that likes her? And no I don't mean in THAT way!! Not that there's anything wro.... Oh, forget it....]

So, is it wrong to call them girls? Or just wrong to do it more often than they call the men boys? And how much does intention matter? I know I refer to women as girls a lot. And I will say 'good girl!' re these tennis players (in my head or under my breath at least) and similar. But I'm just encouraging them as I would myself.
BUT, does this intention matter? Or, regardless of intention or sex, ought we to remove 'girl' from the vernacular when referring to women? BUT... the use of 'woman' and 'female' in similar circumstances sounds so formal...

It all gets me in knots and more cul-de-sacs and more doughnuts... round and round and round.



Anyone else worry about these sorts of things?

And anyone else concerned that Marat Safin hasn't lasted? I felt wrong to want him to win his last match just so I could watch him more.
So, now I'm being sexist!
I mean, I appreciate his skill with a racket, honest! There's just other things I appreciate too...
And I'll admit to wishing he'd change his shirt between sets... slowly...
Oh! I'm a BAD GIRL!! BAD GIRL! Oh shit, I mean a BAD FEMALE!
WOMAN!
Dammit...


[Ms Bloom as female commentator: Woo! He's taking his shirt off! Good boy! That's what I like to see! Yee-haa! Can we get a slo-mo close-up of that please? Hell-o. Come to momma...!!!]



round & round & round...

Lemons

Am a bit stuck re anything to blog about lately. I apologise.

I could let you know about plants I've bought and put in my garden and all those sorts of things but I think that's pretty dull to most people (anyone else get excited about heliotrope? the flowers smell like vanilla...! anyone? anyone...?).


I could share with you how when listening to the cricket, I get distracted by such remarks as 'he bowled a maiden over' and how they shouldn't expose their stumps: I ponder the absolute truth of this... especially in regard to Shane Warne.


I could tell you about the new gigantic air freshner that's making my home smell beautifully - yet somewhat inexplicably - of jasmine green tea. It's kinda retro. My neighbour's lemon tree was a bit clumsily trimmed. Now if only I can get it to ripen its fruit...


I could tell you how I'm not so interested in my crush anymore. He tends to make disparaging comments about the fairer sex. Tsk.

See? Nothing really of interest.

I could instead tell you of my increasingly abstruse philosophically inclined interior analysis of my self and my life which is not only becoming richer but simultaneously more simple as I learn to analyse less and let go more, and leads to epiphanies of a more practical nature which in turn heads things in a more positive direction which is good, although the letting go of thinking so much part is a little scary as who am I without that!? But it's OK because everything in moderation and all that, and it's good to learn not to take everything to the extreme and relax a bit more, trust yourself and allow life to flow...


So, I could tell you these things, just to get a post written, but I don't think I'll bother you with it...

For woman's sake!

OK. Yes. It would be great for the US, and many other nations, to have a female president/leader. I am all for this. Hooray. Screaming happily from the rooftop, etc.


But...


To vote for someone just because she is a woman?


No way. No way at all.


The New York Times article I'm referring to above also notes that men were a bit bemused by Hillary Clinton's tearfulness the other day, but women were sympathetic (hence them now changing their minds to vote for her, also because they believe she is experiencing sexist treatment... well yes, sexism exists, good of you to notice, but don't vote for someone just because you feel sorry for them!!). I, unlike these women, was irritated by her teary ploy. She had just received a depressing third; Obama is looking like the winner. So she pulls the teary strategy out of the bag! As a woman this would not make me want to vote for her. Quite the opposite. It shits me actually. What will she do next to get ahead? To get her way? Bat her eyelashes and lift her skirt hem? Giggle in a demure fashion?

I really don't think such ploys assist the cause of feminism whatsoever.



So what do you think? Is it right to vote a woman into the presidency of the United States of America (or at least to run for it) just because she is a woman? because you feel sorry for her? because sexism exists and it shouldn't and the world is just so gosh darn unfair?

Is it silly to think that such an important job ought to be held by someone who is the most capable and suitable?

Sure, make a protest about feminism. Please! But vote based on merit, not sex.



Well... that's my little rant for the day.