Bits and Pieces
The Toronto Star has an article this morning on gaggles of men flocking to see Sex and the City in theatres, in an attempt to try to better understand the fairer sex. Fellas, all you’re going to understand from that movie is what we like to watch. Those women aren’t “us”. If Carrie really bought Manolo Blahnik’s on a columnist’s salary in Manhattan, she’d be in credit card debt up to her perky little butt! It’s fantasy. Think of it as our Iron Man.
Speaking of fantasy, I read a fascinating statistic this week. Less than one half of one percent of women have the bone structure and genetic predisposition to develop the body of a supermodel. They’re freaks! It’s time we as a genre stopped comparing ourselves to the women in the pages of magazines. Think about what these publications are telling you: that you’re not good enough. But you are! And here’s something else to think about. When one of these genetic abnormalities happens by, your man’s head may swivel but it’s not because he’s making an unfavourable comparison to you. He’d act the same way if a Lamborghini went past. It doesn’t mean he’s going to chase it and try to trade in his Volvo for it.
And speaking of body image, a pal and I were lamenting this week about being “up a size” over the past year, and how difficult it is once you pass the age of 40 to get back down again, while eating more than just celery sticks. Her husband said to her, look, you’re healthy, you look great, your body is more flexible and stronger than ever and I love you! So let it go! After she told this story the women in the room all smiled warmly, thinking, wow, that’s a wonderful man! And she does look great and she is strong and healthy. And isn’t that enough?
