Spewing Thoughts

Disclaimer: I'm more than willing to acknowledge the disgusting hypocrisy of my forthcoming diatribe.

I like think of the shower as a therapist's chaise. In it, I am free to think the most absurd of things guiltlessly. My most recent session centered around the human condition, civility, and the like.

Do you ever snap to and curse how conditioned you, we, are? This isn't like those trite anti-conformity, capitalism, or status quo epiphanies.

I noticed a few pricks of hair on my leg and considered shaving them off. And then I didn't. I mean, after all they are just a handful of barely noticeable hairs. (If you just said "gross," please keep reading; this post is meant for you). Then I recalled a conversation I had with two friends from NYU earlier this year. I accused one of them of perpetually objectifying and thus degrading women. He denied it and claimed that he feels a connection with females because of his sexuality. At one point, he exclaimed, "though it sucks that women have to shave down there, but they have to."

Despite having a great memory, there are things that linger in my mind: comments from twelve years ago that I can recount. I won't forget his statement. To the average, sheepish person, what he said was reasonably true. To me -- a functioning trainwreck -- what he said was offensive and most of all, disappointing. The disappointment isn't a result of his mental capacity, but that the ever-evolving norm has us reconditioning ourselves every five to ten years. And none of my peers openly question this.

What do I mean exactly? Trends, celebrities, politics, economy, technology -- America's infrastructure is so damned unstable that one minute, a person is living correctly, civilly and by the next, he is renovating himself, his home, and his way of thought. "Progression" this is not. A progressive society is one that seeks to unlearn the condition. It's a pendulous thread, unraveling the constraints of "good and proper."

But we continue to make tighter restrictions and harsher demands upon ourselves. I'm not a hippie, raging liberal, anarchist, or any other counter-culturist that is continually lambasted for seeking truth. What I want is for a group of people to go through life with me, still addicted to their passions, but slowly unlearning all that stresses and weakens the life experience.

Do prickly legs and an unshaven vagina make a woman less feminine? Today, yes. Two years from now, that might be in.

I'm not sure I'm so willing to keep up, anymore. I'm not oblivious to the countless testaments against standards or this and that. Finally, I'm just tired enough.

*Note: If you disagree with anything I've stated, pick up a magazine, watch a movie, or catch a random television show. Jot down, no matter how briefly, you criticize someone for a physical attribute, interest, or anything else that might indicate character. Reread this post. And try denying it again.