Oy.......just...oy

There are days when my life reads like a torrid novel...and then there are days when it reads like one of those walks into a bar jokes.

Today was one of THOSE days.

I just came back into the room from grabbing some tea for my guests when it struck me.....
There's a Rasta..a witch...a redneck....and a drag queen sitting on my sofa.


*SNERK*

Joy...the ultimate rebellion.

I know...I am SUCH a geek...but JW's words really struck a nerve with me when I heard them.

I haven't posted here for a bit I've been busy fighting some inner demons and shoveling out my mental/emotional stables(check out my other blog if you're interested or if you just want to roll your eyes - I've been whining, wubbering,angsting and wailing all over it). I took time off to just be completely inwardly focused - not an easy thing for me. It was needed though.


Back to pursuing my arch enemy (the point).

The concept of the expression of joy being the ultimate act of rebellion...just tickles the hell out of me on so very many levels.
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

Think about it.... a lot of todays great battles are being fought over happiness pursuit (which by the way is a constitutional RIGHT!)

Things that bring one joy...

Things you wouldn't think should be a legal issue... like who you're in love with, who you marry, who you have sex with.... you'd think those very simple thingw would just be left up to the individuals and not meddled in by our government. But no... they're NOT left to the individual for some reason someone decided that those simple bits of personal joy had to be dictated to and restricted by laws.


That's so very wrong.

How do we fix this? well.. it's not going to be easy - but proudly expressing your joy is a start...it's a great way to rebell when you think of it. Be prepared though, being joyful will cause envy (which in some ways I think is the root of most problems). Envy will in turn cause anger which will result in some harsh rocky times...but I think and hope that in the end that human beings are kind and rational enough to actually LOOK at things. See people happily living their lives.....causing harm to none and actually making the world a better place because- well- they're happy.


Think of it, happy joyful people don't start shit. I'd wager that not a single war has been started with happiness at it's root cause. Somehow I just can't see joyful people causing others pain. Most happy people that I know are more focused on that happiness and actually sharing it with others.


So..here's my point...yeah..I had one...Rebel against the machine by expressing and feeling joy.

Steppford Children - Dangerous Beauty 2

Does anyone care to guess how old the children in these photos are?
Well they're both under 12....and the one on the right is 5 years old.

Why is a 5 year old wearing more makeup than I wore one halloween when I dressed up like a madame? I wonder what sort of message having someone pile so much gook on her face gives a child of such a young age.

Is it all just fun?(I love a good costume - thoroughly enjoy cosplay - this sort of thing could be like that) or is it damaging to the child's self image? To me it seems a bit like some sort of fancy kennel club competition.A child show rather than a dog or horse show. It's all rather off putting because there's no way that it could be the kids idea (not the wee ones in any case)


I live in the south, where big hair and beauty pagents are a big deal. I've known friends who put their kids into these shows. It's pretty much normal to spend over 1000 for a dress. One dress.....for a kid. and it's a dress that can only be worn once or twice and it's not indestructable....or bullet proof.I've got a friend who's bought 4 of these monsters for her daughter...they don't make coffee or take out the trash or anything else useful. They just take up closet space. This child didn't have any books..but she has 4 one thousand dollar dresses. I remedied that whole no books situation pretty quickly.

it's a mystery to me.

why would someone's mother subject their child to torturous hours of hair and makeup..and then stuff them into little ruffled cages?