Uneven flow

This is actually the redone version of a botched post that got lost in the machinations of some server problems on the part of the blogger base. Though it's less of re-do and more of a different post, in the spirit of putting something up for the day. Proof of expression. If it's not up there, even if it's been said, one still feels pent-up inside.

Went back to Max Power Live for the second and last day of the show. More half-naked unpretty girls. More horny guys clamouring to see the magical nipples hidden behind the stars pasted on their enlarged breasts. Something that I've never understood is how seeing those changes everything, but somehow it seems to for most guys - it's the final cog needed for a good wank on their part, or something of the sort probably.

Spent a good deal of my time today with this ex-model from Glamour or one of the equivalent magazines - she's trying to work her way into TV presenting, the next step up from just modelling. Something smarter, she says. Not to make her sound like an airhead or something - she sounded fairly nice and though no rocket scientist, she had enough personality that wasn't just copied off some basic template that people use. Plus, as a presenter, she was interesting enough to watch.

One of the more interesting points of the day was when this ex-model and the three other female presenters we had were in the midst of this promoting we were doing for a game, when suddenly these other showgirls get up on cars and start their dancing and stripping. A question that had popped up in my head during the show was how "normal" women felt in the face of these actions/events. And, using those four women as examples, I learned that they were none too ... happy to be at that place at that time.

And the thing is, that at the show, there were tons of these women parading around, like I've noted before. But there were also lots of "normal" women and ... hell, there were kids and the like all over the place. A nice family outing. With girls stripping on cars, loud music with questionable themes, and some Page 3 girls selling their nude posters. Yeah - sounds like good family fun to me.

Feeling really fucking tired. Bones aching. Muscles sore. I need a week of rest to get over this weekend.

On a side note, thoughts have strayed towards some children I'm aware of - a niece and nephew, currently "pawns," as I see it, in a game of divorce and custody as played out by their loving parents. I've heard of some horrible shit in my short lifespan, but this tops them all. Perhaps it's just knowing the people involved and seeing them take everything apart, piece by piece - ruining lives and changing courses that should not be altered for the good of all involved. I'm becoming vague, so forgive me. Let's just say that at the center of a divorce, when kids are involved, to say that it isn't pretty is a MAJOR understatement. And that isn't even half the story. Out of all the shit in my life, I feel pain for these kids, though there is seemingly nothing that I can do for them in this matter.

Till another iteration of much-needed anonymous venting.

pS: I had a poem written that's coming up in a post real soon.