THE SWAN. THE SWAN!!!
Mood: Irked
MSN Name: I think it's finally ok *knocks on wood*

My computer has been giving me problems all morning, and as anyone who knows me knows, I can't rest when my computer's not working. I made it, it's my baby, and it doesn't like me. Kinda like real babies. Oh wait, they like me, I don't like them.. I always screw that up.

OK. So, I've been fairly non-pissed about anything as of late, and as Jake not-so-nicely pointed out to me, I also cannot rest when I'm not filled with righteous indignation about something unjust in this world. The Swan is my latest target of irritance. OMG. WHAT? The premise: take 17 "ugly ducklings" and give them plastic surgery, make them have no mirrors for 3 months, and then compete in a beauty pageant. WTF? WTF!?

A quote from the website: "THE SWAN offers women the incredible opportunity to undergo physical, mental and emotional transformations with the help of a team of experts. Contestants must go through an intensive “boot camp” of exercise, diet, therapy and inspiration to achieve their goals. Each week feathers will fly as the inevitable pecking order emerges. Those not up to the challenge are sent home. Those who are will go on to compete in a pageant for a chance to become “The Ultimate Swan.”"

Can I please just say how fucking nauseated this makes me? We don't have enough pressure to be fucking thin and crazy beautiful and make ourselves into the anorexic models we see on TV and in magazines all the time, and feel shitty about ourselves for not being able to do that, we now are being told that no, sorry, no matter how much personal exercise, and how many healthy eating and lifestyle choices are being made, you will not live up because YOUR FACE IS UGLY AND NEEDS SURGERY. WHAT!?!??! Working day after day to try to feel like you are acceptable and beautiful in this goddamned society is hard enough without this bullshit coming at you. That's all I have to say about that.

In other news, I love the song Spread by Outkast. What a ridiculous song. It's such eroticism but without the undertone of force and power notions present in most songs. It's basically like.. "Hi. I wanna pleasure you. Please? Can I, Can I?" I'm still debating with myself whether it's the guy saying this or whether it's supposed to be him imitating a woman saying it to him. That would put a different spin on things. But I dunno. I choose to live in ignorance and think that it's him saying it.

*shrug*

I think my sense of humour is fairly well summarized by today's Men in Hats.

Also, this is disgusting. A Jewish elementary school's library was burned down with a note referring to the Middle East conflict taped to the walls of the school. Police won't say much more at this point.

Shit like this, and people wonder why I keep getting angry every time. Gee, I dunno. Fuck.

I'm so happy Esha's blogging regularly. The rest of you should do likewise. :D

You know, thinking about this whole swan thing made me appreciate something. I'm not the biggest fan of my body, but someone once said to me that though I didn't live up to today's stupid beauty ideals, I have the type of body that artists used to paint. I'm hugely rephrasing, but that was (as far as I understood it, which is what really matters) the basic message of the comment. I realized that it's true, and though I hate how it looks comparative to today's standards, that's really cool.

So, I think that's all my rambling for now. Time to go be productive!