Yep, Bridget. Jones.
Come on- don’t roll your eyes at me.
It’s summer here, temperatures are around 98 Fahrenheit -(or should I say Farenhight) and I have a thing about using the air-condition – it is not environmental, not frugal- and I am trying to acclimate myself to natural occurring temperatures -be it high temperatures or low ones- from the philosophical point of view of being able to enjoy the moment truly- including being hot in the summer and cold in the winter.
I believe it was the Greek philosopher Seneca that although being wealthy -made a point of sleeping once a week on the bare floor with his servants in order to prove the point – that you should always expect the worst to happen- and be prepared for it+almost nothing materialistic is actually needed in order to lead a happy life.
here is a great episode of the school of life- recommended highly- Alain de button explains philosophical ideas in such a pleasant way that makes you want to run and read a philosophical essay- when you realize that the raw material is not as understandable ( this- my dears- is the understatement of the universe) and it’s just Alain de button’s miracles that make it understandable.
Having said all that- I do have a ceiling fan that works night and day so.
Anyway- it is summer ‘ and a hot one too, I am retired, and sometimes I read what is classified as “chick lit”- just to have a good time and well- a no brainer too.
I don’t watch television, and don’t play all kinds of games on the phone -never crushed any candy or anything like that- and I don’t have a facebook or twitter account.
Boring, I know.
Boring- yet not bored.
I do read chick lit from time to time as I said, and that satisfies my need for cheap thrills as Sia said.
So I just borrowed from the library what I believe is the latest of Bridget’s diaries- the “mad about the boy” book. though I’m not absolutely sure about it- I didn’t read them all- saw the first movie and kind of enjoyed it but since I don’t go to movies either- I didn’t follow up. actually- I didn’t really care who she married, what more disasters happened to her, and how much she weighed during every disaster.
But- as I said- it’s summer- yadda yadda yadda- (by the way- apparently “Seinfeld” is celebrating its 30th anniversary- and that- my friends- is definitely something to celebrate in my opinion- brilliant show- a brilliant combination between Larry David’s humor and Jerry Seinfeld’s one.)
So I read the book- and got so worked up I couldn’t calm down.
I started thinking maybe there is a raging feminist hiding in me.
The book starts with Bridget being 51 and 18 kilos (40 pounds) heavier than her desired weight, she is a widow ( mark was killed trying to defend one of his clients) and lucky for her- mark made sure she can lead a cushioned debt-free life, experimenting in script writing and cougaring under 30 handsome young men all the while drinking alcohol with her friends- that except for 1 seem as clueless and lost as her.
As usual- we get to read about her weight in every entry on her diary, and she loses those 40 pounds in 3 months by following a shady clinical (or so she says) diet that consists only of protein chocolate pudding and protein bars.
I have no Idea how much she exercises- if she does at all- she keeps mentioning how important it is to exercise but there is no actual consistent record of that other than an occasional mention of her going to Zumba or not getting on her training bike though she feels she must- but then gets entangled in one of her tweeter complications and doesn’t have the time or something.
She doesn’t gain that weight back although her diet -as reported by her- consists of grated mozzarella cheese, alcohol and ham and cheese paninis from Starbucks.
She manages to mess up simple everyday tasks- although having a nanny for her kids and working maybe 2 hours a day -at maximum- on her script.
There is no mentioning of her financial awareness- it seems she is also clueless in that area- as in any other aspect of her life.
And somehow- this clueless feature is considered to be ultra cute by everyone and gets her together with whom she describes as a stable sensible smart guy- that this helplessness appeals to him.
At first, I tried to understand why would anyone consider this behavior to be appealing.
I am aware this book was published 5 years ago- so maybe it’s simply that times changed since then.
I hope so.
But after a while I realized something.
Perhaps-just perhaps- there are many men and women out there , that are intimidated by opinionated type A women that stand strongly on their own 2 feet, ( aka- “bitches”) and would much rather be in a relationship with someone clueless, that does not intimidate them in any way, and whenever they compare themselves to that helpless woman- they are way ahead of them .what an ego boost.
These clueless women are naturally much more friendly -they have no other choice but to be friendly- otherwise who will help them when they get in their next mess? and are always grateful and make their helper feel like they are heroes- even when unclogging a sink.
I believe no woman -or man for that matter- can let herself-himself – sink into that mess of a life, counting on the universe- or a man- to save them.
Having your entire emotional existence relying on the number of tweeter followers, of the number of times your man (or woman) calls you or texts you- is a miserable way of living -in my opinion.
Having your physical existence relying on that kind of magic- is just as dangerous -again in my opinion.
I am not a technical person at all, and I wouldn’t consider myself very strong, but I do everything in my power to learn how to fix common problems on my own -with the help of the loyal Internet, of course…
Apparently, there is a tutorial for everything online, just click and watch. many times- it is a possible job for you to do- if you only invest the time and will to learn.
- here comes a little bragging:
The picture above is from when I had a flat tire getting to work one very early morning.
when I got to the parking lot at my workplace, I wondered what now.
This was a public office, there were men around- security guards, other lawyers, visitors.
I could have waited until one of them arrives and ask him to change my tire, surely he would.
But instead, I opened Youtube and wrote: “how to change a tire”. Changing the tire did take me a long time- and some mean cuts were involved, but I did it, all alone.
Mind you my car was no tiny car- a Mazda CX5 and the tire was original so the screws were as tight as whatever you have in mind.
My washing machine started leaking on Friday, and at first, I thought- its 5 years old- let’s buy a new one- the technician will charge 30% of the price of a new one and this won’t guarantee another mess in a few months, but then- I decided not to give in.
I started searching online- and put my son’s school backpack for an easy cycle in the washing machine- and sat down in front of the machine to see where the leak is coming from. after close to an hour of watching the machine turning I reached my conclusions:
Apparently (according to my searches- I am no technician don’t take my word for anything) a water leak can be caused by 3 possible defects: the water pump is clamped, the door is not sealed, and the soap dispenser has a defect that runs all the way to the door.
So first disconnect from electricity. then check the door -it has a rubber seal that should be tear free and in place, take out the soap dispenser and check for clogs and open the knob releasing the water pumps filter, don’t turn too strong if it won’t open -maybe there is something blocking it. clean the filter and put back to place.
Oh and another thing- if you just checked your water pump like I did last week- please make sure you close it tightly afterward, or it will leak.
More ranting on my feminist views:
love to hear your thoughts- the cooliflower.