I just want to start by saying that I have been mistaken all this time: The Women of France actually are on the whole much more attractive than a majority of the world. More to the point they actually do look like all the movies and ads and TV shows that you have seen innumerable times. There is elegance to the way they carry themselves. They are beautiful because of the "flaws" or what have you that would have women of LA or NY running to plastic surgeons with credit cards at the ready. You see in their faces in the way the walk and the very way that they look at the street before them that they have lived. The beauty is real the emotions are real.
[. . .] I like that the age of women is apparent. No not age but maturity and experience. With the young their faces are about simple pleasures and still smooth with expectation of future joys and delights. The women that are older but still young have mastered the urban mask but there are marks of the first heartbreak and worldliness. They are a bit more cautious yet they are still looking forward to the end of the day when they will loosen the tight bun of hair and drink some wine and dance, maybe tonight we will find love’s grail but even if we do not then I have still enjoyed the life that I have been given.
Makes me want to start working on my Canadian accent so I can go overseas, it does.
I'm avoiding politics again, by the way. Unless posting about the beauty of older French women is considered a political act in today's climate in the U.S., in which case I'm really going to start working on my accent. . .
Update: If anyone was tempted to ask, "Is this a conscious move away from overtly political blogging?"
The answer is Oh Hell Yes.
Sorry, now I'm listening to disc two of Living in Clip, and. . . never mind. It's the voices in my head again.