Up till now, you seemed to take a mischievous pleasure in making me fall for each and every one of your tricks…Well, I don’t really mind. I’ve met some goods friends thanks to you, and I’m trying my very best at keeping them by my side. You’re good in one thing though : scaring the HELL out of…
It is not that I don’t want to be your friend in fact my parents speak very fondly of you. But I find you too bossy, a buzz kill and all in all kind of a jerk. You would never see me come to one of your parties and tell your guests what to do, so why do it at mine? You only exist because I do and I don’t rub that in your face. Do me the courtesy of going back home and leaving my friends be – this play date is over.
I am really busy with my Business research thing that I forgot to read books for pleasure so I decided to play “hide-and seek” in our school library. I have no idea what I’m looking for— no referrals from my bookish friends (in which I rely on when selecting a book) and no author in mind which I think is interesting.
Maybe lady luck is with me when I chanced upon Bertrand Russell’s book entitled “Mortals and Others.” I don’t know why I chose that book; perhaps my intuition told me so. I did not regret it anyway. The book is a collection of his essays with interesting titles like”On Jealousy,” “On Sex and Happiness,” and “Who may use lipstick?”
As for your information (this is what written in the book and I’m lazy to paraphrase it), Bertrand Russell (1872-1970) was one of the most formidable thinkers of the modern era. A philosopher, mathematician, educational innovator, champion of intellectual, social and sexual freedom and a campaigner for peace and human rights, he was also a prolific writer of popular and influential books, essays and lectures on an extensive range of subjects. It’s so long to be typed here and pardon me for my consistent Juan Tamad complex.
Out f the 159 essays of Bertrand Russell, I preselected essays for my 45-day challenge based on their titles which I think are worthy to be read first and pondered upon thus showing my biases to my blog.
This is indeed a silly question! As what I’ve read from his essay, the following are the ones who may not use lipstick:
1. Female ministers of religion- They shouldn’t have any such adornments as may be supposed calculated to attract the male sex…there should be no obvious sign that they do not practice what they preach.
2. Welfare workers-They shouldn’t employ lipstick, in spite of the fact that all the ladies from whom their funds come do so.
3. Female teachers-The teacher should have a good moral influence; in the second place, it is held that no woman can have a good moral influence unless she is or pretends to be indifferent to the male sex.
But, as his essay pointed out, in a young woman, this implies either hypocrisy or psychological ill-health.
I disagree! Somehow this essay is generalizing that a young woman would think that way. I’m young (I believe) and I don’t use lipstick, unless the occasion requires me to do so. Besides, lipsticks are a waste of money. I prefer to buy food or books with those, or chocolates.
When I’m putting lipstick(once in a blue moon, cliché) , I feel as if I’m eating beef bulalo— so greasy and oily that I wipe it with tissue or handkerchief. That’s why my mom and younger sister call me” manang,” “losyang,” and “manang na may isang dosenang anak.” “WHO CARES?!” At least I look like one. Mom, do you like me to have 12 children? That’s my favorite counterattack.
And the very reason why I don’t use lipstick, lip gloss, lip balm (unless I have cracked lips.ouch.), and lip tint is that I don’t feel like me, as if I’m demon-possessed.
So, my answer tothis “ridiculous” question is that I may use lipstick but I don’t need it, anyway. Mom, if you’re reading this (which is impossible), do I have a valid reason to decline to kikay stuffs?
Fleeting moments, fierce opponents, form components of our lives Still reflections, chased affection, small inflections cut like knives. We Hoard possessions, build obsessions, flow through sessions, strive to strive. To Leave the station, leave the nation, beat inflation, build a hive