To the women in my life.

It is a slow humdrum never ending existence this, today I saw a mirror. A mirror of a girls soul. And I realised, each of us in our own little heads has at least 25 superficial thoughts everyday only about ourselves, we have a minimum of 15 times where we randomly judge people. And at least 5 times in the day we experience extreme emotion.

ALL of us.. every single one of us hates men somewhere deep down and on somedays not really just deep down. We are vehement and vindictive and somedays just in the sunshine groove.

We women feel beautiful and gorgeous somedays  and one of those days we just wake up to an ugly mirror. We fight and just as quickly forgive. We have broken hearts more easily than the not-the-fairer sex, and we nurse those by eating and crying and feeling miserable.

And I just feel like even after all of this, we make the greatest friends. So today I just felt like writing something for all my awesome girls. Letting them know that maybe I am not the quintessential girl buddy to them, but I love them nonetheless. And with all my heart and soul and its these cribbing, hugging, screaming, gossipping, beautiful women that make me feel like a girl again. 🙂

I just thought since we most end up writing about the men in our lives, I must have a tribute to my women. 🙂


The Naked Woman

After watching a string of episodes of How I met your Mother, I started to see a pattern, The Naked Man technique seemed to have gotten around across seasons. And the Play book was considered ‘extremely cool’.

That brought me to a thought, why should a guy feel that he can pull all these sort of cool tricks off, while we don’t have the liberty. No if I was to do a Naked woman for a guy he wouldn’t jump into bed with me because he thought it was cute, he will just say “What the heck! Naked girl”… So anyway… And later tell his friends.. She was such a whore!

The unsaid rule that women should be mysterious I think should go take a hike. I mean why should we women be restricted to waiting to be approached… Why cant we like go up to a guy and ask him out. I mean I have done that a few times and I have been told that its a turn off.. I would like to understand why?

So right now, right here. I am going to start The Naked Woman movement. The movement that allows all woman to stare at men all they want, approach them as and when they feel like, talk about sex openly, and not be called a slut for things a man can be called a stud.

So anyway, I think there is no poetry I can write on The Naked Woman. But the movement must begin!