Dear reader,
Now, before you ask, I didn't grab your attention purely with the naked mermaid in the cover photo :D. I am sure you were intrigued to why I chose it. Let me tell you a little secret...one that might shatter your thoughts of me forever. I think fish are a huge turn on. When I see one in a tank I just want to pounce on it. The Little Mermaid is my favourite film of all time. Secretly I think of myself as a handsome swordfish because of my long nose.
:D
So I fooled you for a moment. How naive of you :P No dear friend, the reason why I chose this mermaid was for today's article which is about "beauty" in a woman and how a woman can tap into that inner goddess. If you are a guy reading this please stick around too, as I might throw in some more half naked mermaid pictures for you, or some stunning, really hot fox ;). Now, sit back, relax, and I will tell you some stories about real beauty.
Most of us would agree that mermaids are of myth and legend. However, imagine that one day you were walking along the seaside in my home town, Eastbourne, and the sun was setting fast over the pier and the last of the kids abandoned their sand castles for the car journey home. You were left standing as the tide waded out into the distance and you stepped out into the twilight and went as far as you could until the waves were kissing your ankles. In the corner of your eye you saw a glint and a shine, and there was a moment of excitement but also a fear of the unknown. Something slowly emerged from the water.
A beautiful face and long shining hair glistening, splashes water into the air, and you see her perfect body sparkling like the ocean and she looks at you, and those eyes, those beautiful, scorching hot, mesmerizing eyes lunge at you and you are filled with awe. Even as a huge tail the size of a shark's splashes alongside her, as a man, you feel captivated. Maybe even as lady you do to :)
99% of women would love to be that mermaid. (The other 1% find the idea of having a tail icky) The hilarious thing is women don't want to be her because of her perfect body and beautiful face. They want to be her because of how that body and face would make her feel about herself. She wants to feel that admiration, she wants to feel like she's beautiful, she wants to feel great. She wants to feel like a goddess. Does looking like a mermaid with a shark's tale accomplish that for her? Well, it will if she believes it will. If we say it will.
The bottom line is, is that there is confusion with the way women perceive themselves. Hundreds of years ago, if you were pale white, balding, had rotting teeth, were fat, and had a lot of money, you were the most sexy thing in the universe. In the Philippines today women want to look paler, in the United Kingdom, lots of girls spend money on fake tan. In ancient China the larger and more powerful the woman is, the better the prize and in modern China, the more skinnier, redundant and easy the woman is, the better the prize. My point is not to say that skinny is wrong, nor to say that fat is wrong. There is no wrong or right. My point is that beauty is entirely subjective and dependent on social conditioning and the time, rather than the personal tastes of men.
Women have always done what they think is in their best interests. To not look good for others, but to look good for themselves. If in today's society it was mentioned in the news and the media about how sexy fat people were, most girls would probably head to the supermarket and rejoice. (Though not straight away because this social conditioning is strong as hell). A lot of women are entirely dependent on exterior environmental factors: their reality is someone else's reality. It is not their own. They have no control about what they want to look like because they are constantly being bombarded by their favorite singers, movie stars, their more "skinny and sexier" friends on Facebook, on Youtube, on television, even when they close their eyes to dream.
It sickens me. (Pat me on the back now, I need it :) )
It really does. What makes matters worse is that society has blended lust with love, moulding acting like a sex icon with being beautiful. We see it everywhere. We see it on Game of Thrones :P. Men no longer label women as "dolls" or "birds" or "honey", there's no more "sweetheart" or "my cherie amour" Now it is: "Wow Jim, did you take a look at that girl's rack?" or "Scott, she's so hot!" or my favourite: "*Smacks her bum* Yeaaaaah". When I go to nightclubs the ratio of men to women is 16:1, and most of those men are on the wall with drinks looking at legs and butt cheeks falling out of the end of dresses (sometimes meaning that the bouncers have to use some glue to put it back together again). I have seen girls with such low tops, it looks like Hobbiton in there from Lord of the Rings. What is sick to me is that women get the feeling of "Oh, he really likes me--I feel beautiful, I feel great, I feel like a goddess, I feel desired, I feel wanted. I am THE woman" Unfortunately her poor brain is mislaying the fact that what he and all of his wolf like buddies with their drinks are thinking is this: "Legs, boobs, legs, bum, legs, and more legs, nice lips...Nah, boobs, legs, legs, boobs". Now stop laughing if you already are --it's serious stuff :D. Haha.
When you go out, female readers, do you want to look like a KFC mega bucket, or do you want to look like a 5* course from the best restaurant in the world? You would be so much more than just a main, there would be dessert, appetizers and a brilliant venue. You're not going to allow just any guy to take you home--you only want the best because only the best deserve to go to your restaurant. That is what your beauty should be; not some greasy ran down place with men just gobbling all over your preparation all of your pride, beauty and perfection like a drumstick, spit out the bone when they are done with you and sit fatter than they were before.
I am telling you again, the cycle works like this: women look slutty to feel good about themselves, affected by the music videos that tell them exposing more means feeling like a celebrity. Women go to the club, men go not to dance but to oggle, women enjoy being oggled because it makes them feel good (they are lying to themselves if they really knew what men were thinking), women get drunk because they want to forget the natural conflicts that their beautiful inner girl is saying to them and that's Friday night for you.
Do you want me to tell you what's beautiful about a woman? Sit down, you poor little thing. On a shallow level I love a woman's smile, I love the scent of a woman. I love it when she laughs, when her eyes light up in awe at you when you are rocking her world. When she hits you on the arm, when she touches your shoulder and looks at your lips. I love it when she pouts at you (and not like the stupid ducky face on Facebook that I have also been criminal too because I am a good looking chap as well :( haha ), I think it's beautiful when a woman shows her insecurities, is honest, and is not being girly for the sake of being girly. I love it when she knows that she is not x, nor y, nor z, but she is happy with herself, she is proud in her skin and it is not the makeup or the clothes or the money in her purse that defines her--it is her talents, her humor, her skills, experiences and her knowledge that rock my world. If she can answer me confidently when I ask her: "Apart from your good looks, what do you have to offer?" then that is real beauty to me, when a girl knows she is gorgeous but is not trying to be. Mrs Modest. Am I saying Mrs Modest can't be sexy, can't seduce me? No. Oh my word--no--please do. BUT, there is a time and place for that and like beauty itself--only the right person deserves to see it. Save your beauty for the people who love you, for your friends, family and loved ones.
So take it home, wear it gorgeous and not slutty outside, and be a mystery to the world--make them chase after you, instead of purving after you (two very different things, because only real men pursue women for them and their beauty) and make them want to know how someone like you could be so amazing.
I'm afraid that men need their chivalry back, and it is these sort of women who will restore them. Ladies, rise out of that water not trying to make an impression, not trying to feel good--but because you need to breath! Live your life without the social conditioning, be mystical, be mysterious, be daring, spontaneous and stop being predictable. If you do that, so many more opportunities will come to you, and so many great men will too--some who actually deserve to be your man. Go out and buy that mermaid costume :).
And...as for you male readers--here's the picture of a hot fox I promised you:
The next article will be for you. Until next time :).
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