Words like, and are not my
arriving in Margaret Atwood, who faces a single vegada fos to life:
favor of women
silly ... the cabezahuecas
the sinseso, dumb blondes, teens they are too dumb stubborn to heed their mothers
All those who have a head full of birds, lush waitresses
All that we want a good day and give us the wrong change while inspecting the hair in the mirror,
All they put out in the freshly washed poodle in the microwave
All those whose boyfriends tell them that chlorophyll gum is a contraceptive, and believe it;
All who bite their nails because they do not know if you piss or out of the pot,
All that dare not speak the word "piss",
All heartily laughing with silly jokes like this, but do not understand its meaning.
"Do not live in the real world," he repeated warmly, but what kind of criticism is that?
If they do not live in it, the better for them. We also prefer.
And indeed they do not live in it, because these women are pure fiction: a fiction usually made by others, but sometimes even by themselves, even
Although women are so silly silly as pretending to be, pretend to love.
Men love them because they make even the fools they are ready, the women, for the same reason, and because they remember all the nonsense that they have committed themselves,
But most of all because without them there would be no stories. There would
stories! There would be no stories! Imagine a world without stories!
Well, that's exactly what you would have, if all women were ready.
The wise virgins prepared and keep the lamps filled with oil, and the groom arrives properly, and calls the main gate to the dinner;
No noise, no nuts, nor history.
What can be said of the wise virgins, those paragons of the vapidity?
bite their tongue, they think what they will say, they sew their clothes, they reach a high professional recognition, they do everything well and effortlessly.
are unbearable in a sense: they have no vices narrative: his wise smile exude too much knowledge, know too much about us and our foolishness.
suspect that host a stingy heart.
are too smart, not for its own sake but for ours.
Virgins dumb, on the other hand, let them turn off the lamps, and when the groom comes and rings the bell, they are asleep in bed, and he has to enter through the window;
And people screaming and stumbles, and identities are confused, and there are
scenes of persecution, destruction, and much noise successful: none of this would happen if these girls would not be without a boil.
Ah, the Eternal Woman Silly! We enjoy talking about it:
When you listen to false stories of plausible snake, and a free sample just biting the apple from the Tree of Knowledge, causing the birth of Theology;
O misleading when you open the box containing all the ills of the world, but is stupid enough to believe that Hope is a relief. Talk
wolves, without knowing what kind of beast it is:
"Where have you been all my life?", Ask them. "Where have I been all my life?" She replies.
know! We know! And we recognize the essence of the wolf when we see it!
"Beware," he shouted in silence, thinking of all the reactions we would if we were smart instead.
But trapped in the white pages, she does not hear us,
And keep bouncing, and gurgling, and innocently moving toward its destination.
(Innocence. Maybe that's the key to stupidity, we say to ourselves, convinced that we lost long ago.)
If he manages to escape, is due to luck or the hero of the moment: this girl would not find out or a plastic bag.
Sometimes courage is stupid, on the other hand, may also be wary, but also stupid.
incestuous fathers persecute by the monasteries in ruins, who has been lured by scams that deceive a fawn.
mice make it scream I feel chills and chattering teeth in the face of world threats,
Run - but running involves the legs, is a graceless movement - and that, rather, runs away.
flees in terror, taking the wrong road at every turn, his white silk scarf stands out in the darkness, and fled with it.
Orphaned and raised by aunts petty, bad choices when it comes to marriage, and is forced to dodge ropes, knives, mad dogs, stone pots falling from the balcony, its head directed against husbands smoothies and wicked looking money and blood.
Do not feel sorry for them when you see helpless, wringing her hands:
Fear is your armor.
Let's face it, she is our inspiration! Teddy's muse!
And the source of inspiration for men! Why, if not, there are the sagas of heroes,
of divine powers, able to work supernatural
If it is to be admired by women considered foolish enough to believe them?
Where do five hundred years of love poems, not to mention those pathetic and plaintive ballads that are all moaning and shivering musical?
Aimed at women who are foolish enough to find them seductive!
When a lovely woman tilts up mad,
Boasting good intentions, their desire to please,
And she takes advantage of someone, usually famous, either stupid or intelligent,
She falls in their networks, such as classical novels,
And get their way to the headlines, bewildered and tearful,
And there goes straight to our hearts.
"I forgive!" Scream. "We understand! Keep it up some more! ".
lecteuse Hypocrite! Ma semblable! Ma soeur!
up the cudgels on behalf of the silly women, who have given us
Literature.
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