"For every beautiful woman, there is a man who is bored of looking at her"

There comes a stage beyond the bliss of relaxation where I must take a good hard look around, and truly compare and contrast the foundations of the extremely different societies I am being immersed in. And I would say that the basic man to woman relationship is a very broad and global foundation on which homes and societies are built, before we throw in our individual and societal rules and regulations, morals and ethics, do's and don'ts.

It may be a sign from the universe pulling my attention, or it may just be coincidence (although if you ask me there is no such thing), but it seems women all around the world in many various aspects of life are currently one of the main focus of attention. No ladies, I am not referring to the FACT that we pull the gentlemen's attention with the individual beauty which we ALL possess. I am referring to being propositioned into a "better" life back home by a man I have strong distaste for, going to church and being invited to celebrate being a woman, watching previously suppressed women flood into revolution with strong, loud voices, being surrounded here by the women who accepted the "better" life which I firmly turned down, and finally, hearing of my aunt dropping her life for a week to go and join those women in revolt and take a stance against the cruelty and injustice the people have suffered for 29 years. Need I clarify? Egypt. 

As it stands my post makes no sense, my aspects are all very scattered, and perhaps my phrasing is not helping either. All of these thoughts being tied together however, occurred to me from the very awful quote that is the title of this post. This was said however, by a woman, in response to a man saying:

 "I am wrong? You are all beautiful. Every single one of you has something about her, down to the cruelest woman, it could be just a simple smile that does it. That twinkle in her eye. Can you blame me for falling in love with every woman I see?"

The confusion that may be seeping through my writing as a type is entirely accurate to how I feel. It seems to me the role of women has further changed, and this is no feminist stance. To feminists I say: Please buy a bra. And for the sake of all my feminist friends, I will keep the rest to myself. However, the "better" life that I turned down due to my view of it being an oppressed life has proved me wrong. It seems these women have far more control than I knew. This also applies to the women revolting, to my aunt, to the women of the church celebrating these newly discovered strong women who fight for what is right (both Muslim and Christian TOGETHER... again I'd like to make note that I can only speak about what I am surrounded by, and those two religions are dominating my surroundings). By no means was I trying to start a religious, feminist, and political blog. These are just the things that I am impregnated in here, that we perhaps overlook in the mall culture society we live in back home. 

I am born to a mother who is nothing but feminine. With all that she does, she maintains elegance and classiness, even in her angriest moments, and I absolutely admire her. She has enough tolerance and love  to go around the world and back again. But at times I am shocked that she stands for the things she does. On a daily basis I watch her get put down, verbally walked on, and it breaks my heart. And when I say something about it, she responds with "They will not get to me, I will not allow them to. And I will not waste my energy feeling bad on their account. They will get what's coming to them, for they do it to themselves. We all make our own beds..." The revolution is not just physically in these countries. It's in our hearts, our decisions, our relationships. She has shown me that in bad situations it is so easy for a woman to calmly make a decision within your own heart to separate and disconnecting yourself emotionally from a man who continuously hurts you, without causing physical friction or tension. Sure women are emotional, but with all the emotion we possess we are stronger. For all the suffering women out there need to remember, all men have made their beds the same way women have. Now they must lie in them, as we will lie in ours.

You will never know I wrote this about you. You disgust me on so many different levels you'll never know. If I wanted saliva all over my face I would go play with a dog. Even in their animalistic nature, at least there I would do without the bite. I hope your bed is comfortable. And I'll still pray for you, in my "overly emotional" state. 

Don't ever ask how it turned out this way, just look deep inside yourself.

Goodnight world <3