A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?“
“Because I need to,” she said.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.“
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?“
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly.
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise Shaikh (scholar). “He surely knows the answer”, he thought. “Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?“
The Shaikh answered: “When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers.
You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.“
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
|George Stroumboulopoulos:||There's one thing that's interesting about your books. I noticed that you write women really well and really different. Where does that come from?|
|George R.R. Martin:||You know, I've always considered women to be people.|
So I saw this image on my tumblr feed (courtesy of this isn’t happiness) and it got me thinking about women. In particular, how women are portrayed in local movies.
See, I agree with the sentiment wholeheartedly. I am more attracted to confident women who don’t give a fuck. It’s very easy for me to find a visually attractive girl with all the ‘right’ features unattractive. Half the time all it takes is for them to open their mouths.
But confident women? Women who truly don’t give a flying fuck? I like that. And that confidence can come across in different ways. They may not necessarily show it up front but you can sense it. There are enough women (and men) out there who give off the front of confidence without actually having any and those don’t float my boat - after a while, you can kinda see behind the mask.
Confident women? Way more sexier than tits and ass.
Though let’s be honest here - I like tits and ass as much as the next guy. It’s just that those same pairs of tits and ass can get unattractive real quick if there’s no real person behind it. Thank God I don’t have to meet every porn star before viewing their work. That would ruin it completely. Anyway, moving on…
When I saw that image I was ready to click ‘reblog’ on tumblr and then I paused for a moment and wondered to myself - does this apply to local men in Malaysia? Because from what I’ve seen, for a large majority of men in this country it’s exactly that kind of woman they’d rather not be with. They’ll sleep with them, maybe, but they sure wouldn’t have a relationship with them.
Laki-laki semua bajingan. Mereka berfikir bahawa mereka boleh mendapatkan semua gadis-gadis yang mereka inginkan. Terus terang, saya pikir mereka hanya penuh dengan diri mereka sendiri. Sukar untuk percaya laki-laki kebelakangan ini. Sombong, pendusta dan sangat manipulatif; itulah mereka.
Direct translation aside, this quote very much living up to these dead men’s quotes:
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
— Colley Cibber (1671–1757), British actor and dramatist.
Love’s Last Shift.
L’enfer, c’est les autres?
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
— William Congreve (1670–1729), English playwright and poet.
The Mourning Bride.
Take heart, young lover. All is not lost.
— Patti Smith (1946– ), U.S. rock singer and songwriter.