Recently, andfor the first time in my life, I’ve been entertaining the thought of someday having children.
I realize how exciting it would be to pass down my mom’s side’s genes, which “eat all other genes” [coarse, curly, thick hair, muscular thighs, and an undeniable aptitude for the sciences seem inevitable in her family tree]. It would be a treat to have a little one [or two], and see whether they lean towards the sciences and arts, like my mom’s side of the family, or inherit my dad’s side’s business [and also science] savvy.
It would also be heart-warming to dress and style them so that they feel confident and dressed-for-success every day; better yet, I would love to nurture these tiny human beings, as well as their skills, passions, potentials, and ambitions, so that they can make the most of their lives, and hopefully be the best and happiest versions of themselves they can be.
Isn’t it intriguing how the word “humanity” is used to describe virtue, and yet, human beings are notorious for ultimately destroying just about everything we touch?
Exhibit A: Mother Earth.
Exhibit B:Each other.
There’s no denying it — human beings are curious creatures. For a species which perpetually glorifies goodness, we tend to do an awful lot of crooked things. Still, the question remains: are human beings plagued by evil, or are we actually the plague in ourselves?
I don’t usually do book reviews; this is actually the first one I’ve ever posted on this blog.
But then, I read a book so magnificent that I just knew I had to change my custom. I mean, I usually have trouble committing to a book, but in the case of Nefelibata, I was just about ready to propose to my Kindle.
I gave up actual airplane sleep just to read it, you guys.
Let’s talk about body hair. More specifically, let’s discuss body hair removal… mainly, as it applies to women.
I’m actually seriously starving after my morning fight training, and usually I dash to my fridge for food the moment my post-gym shower has concluded.
But today was different because a thought struck me as I shaved my legs in the shower just now, a thought that made me run straight to my laptop to write this blog entry.
Why is it even a societal norm for women to be hairless [aside from their mane, eyebrows, and eyelashes, I mean]? Where did that idea even come from in the first place?
Men and women both have natural body hair, so how did it become such that females are “supposed” to make themselves appear hairless at all given times while men get to keep their body hair all-natural?
Well, while dealing with the annoyance that is running a razor blade over my knees about fifteen minutes ago, I came up with a literal “shower thought” theory: