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Friday, December 19, 2014

drawing room: split


...well, apparently she's got a split personality

writer's block: a spinster in the making

A young mother came into the store the other day, actually, a MILF came into the store holding hands with her 6 year old daughter. While she was trying on clothes in the fitting room, the little girl started asking me things about the clothes and stuff... I'm not really a kid fan so I can't honestly say I remember what she was talking about, until she started questioning about me.

-"are you married?"- she asked
-No.
-"do you have any kids?"
-No.
-"how old are you?"
-30
-"do you have a boyfriend?"
-No.
-"is that why you work?"

I almost threw up in her face.

Is this the way little girls are still being raised?
Is this the mentality we want them to have?.. are we still in the XIX century?, is it still a man's world?


Suddenly I felt like Julia Roberts in one of my favorite movies, "Mona Lisa Smile"; the way she was being criticized because of her ideas of a powerful, independent woman with a career that did not depended on a man, that did not aim for marriage as a life goal. Of course, I'm no badass art history teacher like her, but, you get the idea. I was slightly furious.

Later that day, that subject, and movie; also got me into thinking on another matter. 
The reason more women are single at their 30s (Bridget Jones!) may also derive from the fact that guys are not into getting married so young either; not like in the old days; when they even chased girls at the age of 20 just so no other guy would win them over either. Maybe, back in those days, if they met a girl they really liked they thought "man, I want her and I don't want anyone else to have her, so I'll propose". And nowadays, it seems that they see the girl, approach her, fuck her and move along...and in any case, they might date her for a longer period of time but it seems they think "there might be someone better or thinner or smarter of more fun or whatever, just around the corner".
I'm not saying all guys are like this, but according to my guy friends, yikes... boys are harsh.

Hence, the reason more girls are single at their 30s is also because guys don't wanna commit either, right?
...could be a reason, it's just a theory. Of course there are women that don't want to be married either, but I know we want the companionship, the partner, the lover... nobody really likes to be alone; that's just a bunch of crap we say to each other so other people don't pity us. 

Anyway, what I really wanted to state in this post is, that if you have kids, specially girls; please, educate them to pursue their dreams and desires, to have aspirations, to do something with their lives other than just became housewives, as if those were "the roles they were born to fill", as they say in Mona Lisa Smile. Come on, it's 2014; those macho ideas must be erased forever. Have them build a life of their own, a bright career with a future in mind, and if a guy comes along then by all means, embrace the love and go hand in hand together; but don't raise them to be someone else's wifey relegated only to kitchen activities. 

Becoming a housewife should be a personal choice not an obligation. Hell, even I still get the stink eye when relatives back home ask me about my lonely pathetic life just because I have no boyfriend, "no suitor, no prospects"...oh! quelle domage! 
I can't believe were are still living in this crappy situation out of a Jane Austen novel; no offense to her, I love her...but those customs... nope, I don't miss those at all.

(all images via tumblr)

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sunday, November 16, 2014

they're painting the cups red


I can't quite well work these new red cups from Starbucks...
I'm finding my artistic/illustrative ability a bit challenged with this red background...

got any suggestions for the next drawing on a red cup?
#redcupcontest

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Monday, November 10, 2014

writer's block: the wishing well

"There is a wishing well in the middle of the cobbled street,
make a left on Luna road until you reach the apple tree, then take a right, go all the way down that road and you'll see it standing still in front of your eyes" they said.

She went looking for it immediately,
nothing in her pockets but an old silver coin, a "centennial" her father had gave her on her 15th birthday; which was more than a decade ago.

She always had a firm walk and a fast pace as if she was in a hurry,
her short legs moved without even hesitating, she had already decided;
she was going to spend this anniversary coin on that one wish...
and never speak about it again until she saw it fulfilled.

This was 4 years ago, and still, nothing had happened.

She had wished for her true love to come back again;
listen closely; not for her true love to arrive...but to come back.
She already knew who that person was,
but maybe the wishing well didn't know that.

Days went by,
and all her past lovers came back,
each and every one of them appeared again in her life;
one of them brought by a storm on a dark night; 
another one came by day, she listened to him singing from outside the window, he was carrying wild flowers as well;
and the last one was a bit more shy; he started sending her love letters from afar; asking for her permission to visit, he wanted to ask for her hand...

But the one she thought was her true love never came.

Now it's been 20 years from that day,
and she still hopes to see him walking through the front door of her small house;
she sees him everywhere, but not at her door;
has she gone mad?

Was it even real when she had him?

She's starting to think it was all part of a dream,
maybe she imagined it all, 
maybe the wishing well couldn't find him for that reason,
maybe he never existed,
maybe it was all in her mind.

One day,
she woke up in tears,
she felt tired,
she couldn't take it anymore...
she had decided,
she went to the wishing well to die.

She climbed and sat on the side edge of the well,
looked down at the deep abyss awaiting her fall, 
and spoke her last words,
in a very low voice, she spelled his name;
and then she closed her teary eyes and let go of the edge.

*

A week later, a man knocked on the wooden door 3 times,
a pretty girl with braided hair and freckles on her rosy cheeks answered,
"excuse me, but I've been traveling for days in search of a girl I thought lived here,
her name is.." -and just before he finished, the girl started to cry; 
she knew who he was,
he recognized him from the pictures her sister used to keep; 
he was the love of his life, 
he had finally arrived.




Life is like that, isn't it?
..you never know how soon is "soon"...

Sunday, November 9, 2014

writer's block: I always wan't what I can't have

I keep searching for the answers in the past,
I keep going back,
I keep falling into the same gaps...

..Past lovers,
past mistakes,
past laughs...
I live them all over again and again..
I keep searching for the answers in the past,
but why?

I can't go on,
not without one of them,
but why?

Do I love them all?
Do they love me at all?

I think I keep going back
because it makes me feel safe,
but back then it didn't feel like it.
only now, only now that I've lost it I want it..
I always want what I can't have...
I crave for what I've lost..

But do my answers lie with them?

I can't choose just one,
I can't satisfy my senses with just one,
I keep bouncing from one to another,
I'm talking about 5 different people already,
isn't that enough?

No, it's not,
and I know why...
because none of them is you,
none of them has what you have,
not even all combined at once can give me what you gave me once...

I don't need them,
I just need someone..
but not just someone..
I need you.

But I can't have you.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

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