The only kind of beauty that matters
I hate to my fucking core that “beauty” in a woman has nothing to do with a look of intelligence, happiness or anything complex, human and deeper than bone structure and the colours and size of your respective bits, not to mention having no sign of encroaching death by way of a wrinkle or flesh giving in to gravity.
Commenter Lizor, on this epic thread at Nine Deuce’s blog
Yet more proof that beauty is an oppressive concept when applied to human beings. One of these days I’m going to have to write a blog post of my own on this subject.
And that poor petunia looked much nicer at the garden shop. It had to survive being stuck in a bag and walked 5 km home. I’m surprised the bloom even survived. I’ve bought some flowers for my window boxes and today I’m going to plant them.
Exiled Stardust 