How one deals with traumas is the tricky part. Meaning lives with them.

Cuties at the mall

 

FameDrag

 

Puddle 2000

Celebrities operate surgery of souls, brainwash of minds making mindless production of culture and abuse acceptable norm.

The one thing molding the whole idea of womanhood now, and of course manhood as well, is celebrity culture which is overwhelming. Movies, music, fashion, technological advancements and people who get to be on the spotlight for what ever reason, create the culture we live in right now and in the future. It is incomprehensible mass of images, videos, interviews and texts which do not have any other function than to promote certain people, make them be seen and make them wealthy. This is what we have agreed to do. We enjoy to follow these people who we think we know and want to be like them. Have position and status of theirs, looks and bodies of theirs. Surgery of souls is an acute phrase to use as we are slaves to this media madness and liking it without wanting to get rid of it. How could we even do that. The atmosphere and public opinion seem to note there is nothing we can do to change something that is bigger than us. What is bigger than the public? There is a misconception of influence of one, influence of a consumer. That we are users and abusers, discarding and selecting out of variety of choices choosing what to say and share. We make choices as individuals as much individualistic as we can be, but are we eventually one mind or do we become one mind at any point? It appears as mindlessness of billions of minds, messages multiplying image of ours and of celebrities. We choose to have celebrities as guides, we choose to be interested in their lives and love them. Give them attention and affection. Spend on them.

Pure belief in goodness and kind sharing of a precious moment.
Queens and kings:
Beyoncé has made it by sinking into the world of plastic as something different. Sinking into money maybe in a new way, making it with a bang. She sings about love and making it as a woman. Strength is the word women obviously desire to have and that is what she likes to praise. Female strength. Do we all know what that is? 
 
Strength, is it the same as power, energy, force of life that moves us. Will power with strategy to win. It is a godly thing, religious belief in oneself because you are a star and as Beyoncé says everybody is and she was born to be. Huge or small a bright thing, unreachable and mysterious with something to give and with shine to dazzle. Potential. One just has to find the thing one is good at and can shine in on everybody and most of all over oneself, because empowerment is what being a star is about. Star does not exist because of others, but because itself. 
 
Even though it is clear feminism has never been gone as women have to struggle their way to the top. Women breath feminism whether they like it or not. We are bound to feminism and what it has accomplished in over a hundred years and continues to accomplish. The United States offers a peculiar scene of a dream so many want to reach, but very few do. Yearly listings of financially most successful people in entertainment are part of making that dream a concrete happening. To be part of something admirable, happiness, hard work, luck and talent. Wanting badly.

Every single time I spend on you.

Rites attracting the male attention? Not entirely true.

Big ass movement women standing on their hands legs spread face against the wall, all attention on the large wobbling butts. Acrobatics of asses. It is for me the most outrageous dance move at the moment which of course first caught my attention on music videos of many artists. It repeats, it raises attention and stir. The same reaction of wtf I get of a woman clinging on a fence again legs apart as she is wobbling herself. I don’t know if it is ancient times meeting the future or just pure suburban rage of colored women. They are the ones inventing dance at the moment as ever and they have got the sexiest bodies with figures to show. It is a mind-blowing act, space invading total awareness of one’s sexuality and building it in public. The whole woman is a vulva. Complete stating of self-confidence, claiming of self, expressing creatively without authority by grabbing the obstacles like steel fences, walls and poles (penises to rub against) and take over a sexist state of mind making sexism belong to the target of oppression. This I understand as control. Controlling what kind of pleasure is given, who has the most pleasure and fun is the one who has new tricks. Who owns this body you are watching, why are you watching, I like that you are watching, what do you dare to do fucking pussy.
It is a dazzling moment of I don’t know what to think of this invasion of bodies, but I don’t wish it to go away. It is a kind of street-wise dance revolution. It is purely decadent, pornographic and filthy, willingly. That is where the money is, in stripping, porn, prostitution, music business etc. Was it the first issue of butt dance when women were rubbing their asses against male crotches especially in r&b- and rap-music videos, which I found extremely sexist scenes. Maybe not, phenomenons repeat. Big body parts used as they are looked at to be looked at more without any shame. Dancers imitating sex on dance floor as if we were going back in time when the main reason for dancing was to attract and find a partner to breed, when there was no shame in having sex and liking it.
Ok, I’m a fan.
http://www.laweekly.com/westcoastsound/2012/08/28/meet-brooke-candy-rapper-stripper-warrior