One Christmas build-up tradition however has totally bypassed me – that of going up to town and 'doing a show.'
One Christmas build-up tradition however has totally bypassed me – that of going up to town and 'doing a show.'
Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
One Christmas build-up tradition however has totally bypassed me – that of going up to town and 'doing a show.'
It may be a cliche but it's true – the build-up to Christmas is so much more pleasurable than the actual day itself.
No one knows 'men' as such any more than anyone knows 'women' and if they do generalise they're probably trying to hide their own ignorance. You might know one 'man' yes or even lots of individual 'men'.
Make no mistake most women are well aware that they've never had it so good when they enter a spa or salon it is purely a hair/nails thing a prelude to an evening of guilt-free fun.
'Stress' was the catch-all every pamper-pedlar I spoke to used to explain why healthy women feel the need to be regularly patted petted and preened into a state of babyish beatification.
Most women are wise to the fact that lots of men love a cat-fight and thus go out of their way not to give them one.
As a kid I grew to define what I didn't want my life to be like by sitting behind moaning women on the bus hearing them bang on about their aches and pains both real and imagined.
When did women whose looks are not their living start conducting themselves like the simpering inmates of an Ottoman empire seraglio?
I don't really care what people tell children – when you believe in Santa Claus the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy one more fib won't hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion posited in some touchy-feely quarters that all women are or can be beautiful.
Can I just say here how much I hate the word 'pamper'? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their 'me time' must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.
Lots of women love to accuse men of being immature when the fellow in question displays a reluctance to 'commit.'
Big women do themselves a disservice when they attempt to become the Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin are bad enough all that running around and sweating somehow believing it means anything).