there's a copy of cosmopolitan in my toilet...!
i kid you not. there is.
having three females in the house this past month means that the bathroom / toilet has developed into my place of refuge and the quiet contemplation of my navel. into this sanctuary someone has inserted a copy of the famous women’s monthly. over the past week i have gathered invaluable intelligence that will prove quite useful in my on going battle. i must also admit to taking one or two of the personality tests the revered magazine runs for it’s discerning readers. no, i am not going to tell you the results. sufficient to say that it recommends ( among other things) that i upgrade my wardrobe to include things er… leather!
in sri lanka, we have had a thing about women as well. in the 60’s and again in the 70’s we had the world’s first women prime minister. since 1994, her daughter has been head of state. still is. and, despite everything, she is still very popular. cosmopolitan does not explain this. on a factual basis neither the mother nor the daughter (or the father for that matter) can claim much to moving the country forward. the other direction is perhaps more descriptive. can any of us, alive then, every forget the 70’s when mrs. b was in charge? the past 10 years have been a bit different to that period, i must admit, but not by much.
as i write, sri lanka is once again in the throes of one of those cyclic upheavals we like to think are defining moments in time but are nothing more than notches on our chakra. with all this talk of statues and rioting priests one would think that we would be extremely religious and pious people. one could also think that cosmo is the font of all wisdom.
i dropped in at the hetties the other night for a cuppa. “why do we keep electing women who get us into even deeper shit” i asked, perfectly innocently.
“machang, the thing is that we sri lankans are full of it” he answered meditatively. “in the greater scheme of things, it’s all a sexual role playing thingy. woman boss. man meek.”
he admitted that he had a peek at the cosmopolitan issue in my toilet.
“step by step, heart to heart, left right left
we all fall down, like toy soldiers
bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
but the battle wages on, for toy soldiers.”
- like toy soldiers - eminem
having three females in the house this past month means that the bathroom / toilet has developed into my place of refuge and the quiet contemplation of my navel. into this sanctuary someone has inserted a copy of the famous women’s monthly. over the past week i have gathered invaluable intelligence that will prove quite useful in my on going battle. i must also admit to taking one or two of the personality tests the revered magazine runs for it’s discerning readers. no, i am not going to tell you the results. sufficient to say that it recommends ( among other things) that i upgrade my wardrobe to include things er… leather!
in sri lanka, we have had a thing about women as well. in the 60’s and again in the 70’s we had the world’s first women prime minister. since 1994, her daughter has been head of state. still is. and, despite everything, she is still very popular. cosmopolitan does not explain this. on a factual basis neither the mother nor the daughter (or the father for that matter) can claim much to moving the country forward. the other direction is perhaps more descriptive. can any of us, alive then, every forget the 70’s when mrs. b was in charge? the past 10 years have been a bit different to that period, i must admit, but not by much.
as i write, sri lanka is once again in the throes of one of those cyclic upheavals we like to think are defining moments in time but are nothing more than notches on our chakra. with all this talk of statues and rioting priests one would think that we would be extremely religious and pious people. one could also think that cosmo is the font of all wisdom.
i dropped in at the hetties the other night for a cuppa. “why do we keep electing women who get us into even deeper shit” i asked, perfectly innocently.
“machang, the thing is that we sri lankans are full of it” he answered meditatively. “in the greater scheme of things, it’s all a sexual role playing thingy. woman boss. man meek.”
he admitted that he had a peek at the cosmopolitan issue in my toilet.
“step by step, heart to heart, left right left
we all fall down, like toy soldiers
bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
but the battle wages on, for toy soldiers.”
- like toy soldiers - eminem
posted by the scribe at 6:50 PM
2 Comments:
There's a copy of LMD' June edition in my toilet. Did you know that great philosophy could be found in stringing together headlines of unrelated ads. Here is a sample:
"What's burning you?"
(Gastrisis ad, not a headline for tear gas story. page 58)
"We never meet expectations"
(page 86.)
"No worries for the rest of your days."
(accompanied by a man's feet poking out of a car window. Page 96.)
i would suggest that the reading material in my toilet is more interesting in the context of inside information on the on going battle of the sexes.
joey
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