Beauty obsession

I often find myself wondering why so many people are so obsessed with beauty, with perfection. It's something that I find very difficult to fathom. I mean, as I've said before, I too want to look good, but I don't strive for perfection. And even when people do, it's one thing striving for your own perfection, but a whole different story if you admire beautiful people merely because they're beautiful. Surely other qualities must weigh in as well, surely a person cannot be admirable just by looking good?

Being bored at work, I've come across countless blogs about fashion and beauty, some with more self-distance than others. One particular blogger often puts up pictures of women that she finds beautiful, and then goes on and on about how amazing they look and how much she admires them.

I don't even know how to express myself on this matter, but I just don't understand! How is this relevant, who gives a rat's ass and what have these people ever done to improve the world that deserves our admiration?

Looking good when you're rich and famous is not a tough quest. First of all, it's your job to look good. I, too, would spend hours at the gym every day if I didn't also have to spend 8 hours in the office. I, too, would eat healthily all the time if I had someone cook my food for me or all the money in the world to buy the best food possible. I, too, would have glowing hair and skin if I had the time and money to get all the treatments that money can buy. And I, too, could have the trendiest and most eclectic style if I had a stylist, or at least time, energy and money to spend all my time shopping.

Yet, these aren't things that I wish for. Or that's not true, I wish I could have all those things, but I'm not prepared to work for them. They're just not that important to me.

I admire people who work to end world hunger, or those who try to mediate in a conflict between countries. Those who find solutions to combat aids, human trafficking, honor crimes.

I wish I could one day be one of those people. Odds are I won't, I just the wrong field of study, but you never know.

Whatever happened to just enjoying life?

I was watching Super fat vs. Super skinny, or whatever the heck that program is called, yesterday. In one part of the program they had a clip from LA, and they talked about how if you’re fat you have to go out outside of the city, because fat people just aren’t accepted as part of the LA population. But what was worse, I thought, was that although being pregnant is ok, carrying some baby weight after the pregnancy is not.

Women put themselves through extreme work-out regimes and diets just to get back into their size zero a few months after giving birth, risking their own health as well as their babies’.

What I don’t understand is this: How can adult women be so obsessed with their looks that they’re prepared to do almost anything to remain slim? Why is it so goddamn important to be that skinny, to look picture perfect?

I understand that most women (and men) want to look as good as they can, but seriously, there must be some kind of limit. I would rather not be obese, but I also have no desire to be a walking skeleton.

I like eating, and frankly, I think that there are much more pressing things to worry about in this world than your weight. Being healthy and active is one thing, spending all your time and energy on trying to look good is a whole different matter.

It’s selfish and quite absurd. And very much the opposite of my motto: true perfection has to be imperfect!

New start

Whatever happened to my love of writing? Whatever happened to my love of commenting on everything, all the time? Did Facebook steal my need to express myself? The status updates allows me to comment on everything I find odd, interesting, funny or disturbing, and hundreds of people can see it at the same time (even if they would probably prefer not to..).

I’ve always been very opinionated, even though I’ve rarely thought that my opinions counted for much. I still don’t, but that shouldn’t stop me from commenting. Through expressing my opinions, I can make sense of them, and the more I write about a certain matter, the more interested I become in it and consequently the more I will read up on it and the more I will learn about it and the better I will be able to write about it.

So, from now on, this blog is first of all going to be updated more frequently, and second of all it’s going to be an opinion blog. I myself find it far more interesting than writing about the boring life that I lead.

the sun has gone to bed and so must iii

So what the hell happened to summer, that's what I want to know. I mean, yeah it's great not waking up swimming in your own sweat, but this endless greyness is starting to get to me. Granted it's only lasted for about two days so far, but two day is a long time when you've gotten used to eternal sunshine. I just kind of thought that that was the way the summer was going to be now, three months of sun, blue sky, bare legs and an effortlessly built up tan, as my skin would absorb the lovely rays of sun by just living life outside.

Guess I was wrong. Guess it's not the first time. Not the first time I'm wrong, not the first time summer's weather lets me down.

But it is crazy how the weather can affect your mood. Although the air is fresher, it's easier to breath, to move, to feel clean, my happy mood quickly deteriorates when those grey clouds come out to cover the sun.

I do like rain, though, I do. Which is completely contradictory, I know, but then again, I never claimed that I wasn't a contradictory person. As a matter of fact, I think that I've said many times that I have quite a contradictive personality. And I like it.