Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts

7/19/11

Of boobs and Humpenagelfelderkirks...

I always have the radio on in the car. Two talk shows had me pondering stuff today. The AM one was talking about is it right for a man to look at a woman’s breasts? The answer is no but of course a man is going to look as he’s genetically inclined to so why bother asking the question I say? Then they brought up women who have breast implants to boost the size of their boobs and do those women have any right to complain if a man stares at them when technically they had enhanced them – usually to an extreme state – for them to be noticeable - so is a woman putting her boobs out there to be stared at? Really good question. The feminist in me says a woman can do what she bloody wants to her body and men need to get a grip. Would a man want people staring at his groin and trying to work out length? The other side of the coin is if a woman has implants to make herself look better she should expect men will stare at her overly fake breasts so deal with it. Hmmm…that’s a valid point too. My theory on boobs is they're essentially fatty tissue so ipso facto fat thighs, arses, arms and bellies should be given the same adoring stare by men as they do boobs.

The PM discussion…whether a woman should invest in a relationship with a man if he had a surname she didn’t like regardless how much she loved him. That is if she was viewing him as a potential husband but he had a weird surname like Humpenagelfelderkirk (apologies to Humpenagelfelderkirks out there) is she justified dumping him? A lot of woman called into the show and said that had ended relationships because of the man’s surname. My thoughts? People spend years looking for love. Some never find it. If you love someone enough to marry them and be with them for life but you hate their surname? Bloody use your own.

10/18/10

Cash cow…


On my early morning walk around the neighbourhood, I pass by this fitness shop and there is a sign that irritates the hell out of me. “Fit to Wed.” It’s advertising services to get a woman into shape on her wedding day. Now call me crazy but if you’re in love and getting married how does your weight or fitness matter? For better or worse? And what about the groom? Why isn’t the advertising aimed at him? Fit to wed? Cashing in on people’s fears and insecurities more like it.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
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5/24/10

Marry, tarry, cash and carry…


So I was talking to an acquaintance of mine today about romance books. She reads ‘em by the boatload. She’s read mine. Her main criticism of my books and others on the market today? Everyone is having sex but no one seems to get married much in them. Huh. That never occurred to me as a problem. It is to her. Why? Because her theory is romance means a happy ending and that’s supposed to be marriage and not just sex…sex is good apparently…well it is…but in books specifically as long as the couple get married. Huh again. I wonder if this is a common perception of romance readers or a select few who believe marriage is some goal to be obtained. While I am not about to change who I am or my style of writing, it is food for thought.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book
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