So, I am stuck in the development of my children’s book, I am pissed off at being blamed for other people’s mistakes, and I am not doing very well with the ultimatum I mentioned last week. Blue Friday.
But since I am very good at telling people that it is not always about them, and I sorta tried to tell myself the same thing last Friday, I am going to try and eat my words.
Okay, it still has to be about me, kinda.
Facebook, quite an invention, don’t you think? It is here I put a face, and some personality, real or virtual, to certain names. That is if I’m not bumping into them in strange places, like bathrooms, then following up on it with facebook messages. And no, it is not what you are thinking. Not that either.
On facebook, I recently met a person that I will name Mr. C. I have no idea how we got to be facebook friends, but I have a strong feeling it had to do with the work I do with Storymoja. That or I am a hopless egoistic attention seeking facebook user. Yeah, the second one is more plausible even to me.
Anyway, Mr. C first of all diiscussed my pictures or lack thereof at the time on my profile. I tried to explain in a nice way that my profile picture is likely to reflect what has caught my attention at the particular time, mostly motorbikes and comic books. Sometimes myself.
The conversation moved really fast from my pictures to women, and women living in a man’s world. Mr. C was quite gleeful, emphasising that with capitalised LOLs, and BWAHAHAHAHAs that we lived in a man’s world and that women’s only advantage would be beauty. Therefore if a woman, according to MR. C is not beautiful (whatever his standards for that are), then no matter how intelligent, hardworking, enterprising she was, she would never make a difference in this world.
He may be right, in that there are a lot of men out there who think like he does. My trouble is that there are a lot of women who think the same too, and even worse about their own selves.
I believe that everyone, male, female, whatever life role that you own, whatever colour, creed, lifestyle choice, everyone has a place in this world.
If I ever have a daughter, I want her to know that, too. I want her to know that no matter what the world’s standards of beauty, her true beauty would be determined by her strength; her virtue, her respect for herself and for all human beings and her integrity.
I would want my son to know the same about himself, too.
So that’s my not about me, today.
P.S. As a result of certain choc shock episodes, I am asking Cadbury’s to make sure that none of their products come anywhere near me for at least 6 or 2 months. Just in case you are wondering the reasons for certain actions that I have not yet committed. Have a great weekend!