Women
Tuesday, 25. July 2006, 04:03:47
When I read this post by zeroG, it reminded me of a story I once found on the Internet. I commended it to him and he asked me to make a post out of it. So here it is:
When God was busy creating the woman, he already made his sixth hour of overtime. An angel came to him and asked: “Why do you spend so much time with this?”
God answered: “Have you seen the data sheet for it? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, has to have over 200 flexible pieces, which can all be replaced, and her body has to be able to move when she’s only living on Diet Coke and a Tic Tac. She has to have a lap on which four kids can sit simultaneously, she has to have a kiss which can heal all wounds – from a scratched knee to a broken heart – and she’ll do it all with just two hands.”
The angel was surprised by these requirements. “Only two hands? And that is the standard model? That’s too much work for a day. Wait until tomorrow to finish her.”
“I won’t do that!” protested God. “I’m so close to producing this creation which I embosom. She can heal herself and she can work 18 hours a day.”
The angel came closer and touched the woman. “But you made her so soft, God.”
“She is soft” agreed God, “but I also made her hard. You don’t know what she can endure and achieve.”
“Will she be able to think?” asked the angel.
God answered: “She’ll not only be able to think, but to discuss and dispute. Better than a man.”
The angel noticed something, reached out his hand and touched the woman's cheek. “Oops, it seems as if you have a leaky spot on this model. I told you it’s too much work for a day.”
“That’s no leaky spot” corrected God, “it’s a tear!”
“What’s it for?” asked the angel.
God answered: “The tear is a possibility for her to show her delight, her pain, her sorrow, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride.”
The angel was impressed: “God, you’re a genius. You thought of everything! Women really are amazing.”
Yes, they really are. Women have strength to surprise men. They bear misery and carry burdens, but they always keep happiness, love and joy in themselves. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for the things they believe in. They stand up against injustice. They don’t accept a “No.” when they think there must be a better answer. They go to see the doctor with a fearful friend. They love without retention. They cry when their children are successful and cheer when their friends get awards. They are glad to hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They are grieved with the loss of a family-member. They are strong, even when they think there’s no way out. They know that a kiss and an embrace can heal broken hearts.
There are women in every shape, size and colour. They would drive, fly, run or mail to you, just to show you how much they care for you. The heart of a woman makes the world a better place. They bring joy, love and hope. They have compassion and ideals. They give moral assistance to their friends and family. Women have important things to say and give everything.
Whatsoever, there is one fault with them: they always forget what they are worth!
WIDGETIZE
zerog # 25. July 2006, 20:32
Thank you for posting this one.
HYS (Hope You Smile)
Ergotelina # 30. July 2006, 20:42
http://foundanation.blogspot.com/ A fan
of your ideas recommended this metafeminic story to us
in Greece...in the blog of http://doncat.blogspot.com Nikos Dimou
a metafeminic "anti"-greek blogger-writer...he also studied
Philosophy in Germany...as you Sarah would like to
...if you want,you can read his texts
in this URL,in english http://www.ndimou.gr/index_en.asp
Thank you for our cyber meeting.....
Have a nice day...
Guten Nacht
....Ich mag Ihr biologisches Profil...
zerog # 31. July 2006, 20:08
you were probably carried away surfing through my link to this post which was written by Ms. Sarah (a contemporary German philosopher).
Thank you anyway (I read Mr. Dimou even though I don't commend him).