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High Heels - Why Do We Wear Them?

It doesnt matter if you can't walk in them and stumble like a retarded horse, high heels still seem to be the best possible or at least favourite thing women put on our feet and walk in around the town. It is true that the tradition of high heels started long before they became so popular and were, in some periods, worn even by men (do modern cowboys count as one of them?), but eventhough it is perfectly clear that shoes with high heels are not very comfortable, why do we, girls, women, ladies, gals, chicks, babes, dolls, lassies and other skirts from all around the world, still wear them?

Don't get me wrong, I am not an anti-heeler and I agree that legs look better in high heels, but I just can't understand why. Why would I want to torture myself on a daily basis with ultra high heels, in which I can barely make five steps? Maybe to impress my boyfriend or to make my friend jealous, but then unfortunately end up blown away by my own stupidity. Now how cool is that!

And now my message to the world:

GIRLS: Don't let yourselves be manipulated by some stupid fashion magazines that tell you what you have to wear, what you MUST like, how you should behave etc. Be what you are, wear what you like because you like it and because you CAN walk in it, not because some fashion designer said it is cool. I used to nearly die only seeing heels on the shelves in the stores, now, some years later, I see that fashion does not have to mean suffering.

BOYS: Don't expect your girfriend to be a Barbie girl, always wearing a perfect makeup, a tight short skirt and 5 inch heels. That only happens in advertisements, fashionshows and stripper clubs, and you can thank the media for filling your head with such image of a female being.

Now, to finish where we started; the inventor of high-heel shoes obviously never thought that people will have to walk in them. Allow me to adjust the lyrics of a famous song to the current situation: ''These shoes are made for walkin' thats just what they do!''

High heels. WTF?! Flat ballerina shoes. FTW!! :D

Spoilt Children - Whom To Blame?

Moooom, I don't want this, I want that! Mooom, I hate you, everybody has it but me! Dad, give me some money! Well teacher, if you don't give me a higher grade my dad will come for a visit!
This is just a few classic examples of how spoilt children react when they don't get what they want (possibly accompanied with a great deal of stumping, yelling, screaming and crying) and it seems there is more and more children like that. But why is that happening? Whose fault is it? What will happen to those children when they grow up or will they ever really grow up?
A typical and at the same time the utmost example of a spoilt child could be Eric Cartman, and even though he is a fictional character from the South Park series, I bet no parent would want a kid like that running around the house. The ironic part is that in the majoirity it is their fault (although we cannot exclude the effects of the society) the kids are who they are and how they behave. It seems that modern parents are unable or refuse to set limits for their children which results in a mannerless, manipulative, immature, narcissistic (not to mention even worse negative personality traits) individual. I don't think they realise how much time you have to put into your offspring to get at least half decent results. It is true that the work hours are longer and that the job plus commuting takes up at least half of the day, but this should not and must not be the excuse for the children to be left on the side, expected to be raised by themselves.
The result of such upbringing cannot be a mature, responsible and independent individual. If one has not been taught about what is right or wrong and always got what they wanted (possibly because parents felt guilty for not being there for their children and tried to buy their affection) they are often unable to determine when something has to be done, even if it is not very pleasant, what must not be done (the basics of the morale) and whom they have to respect (which happens to be the biggest issue of the new generation of youngsters).
So what can we do about it? Parents, spend as much time as possible with your children, play with them, talk to them and most of all be a ROLEMODEL. Don't forget that children will copy your beahvior, and if you suck, there is a great deal of chance they will suck too.


+ Two statements to think about:

"People complain about the generation of spoilt kids, but forget they are the one who raised it."

"Kid: But mom, what if I get kidnapped?
Mom: Trust me, they'd bring you back."

I Love You! Oh, Do You?

''I LOVE YOU'' Such a beautiful phrase, but more and more often abused rather than used. Unfortunately. So why do people like to shout that out so loudly and oh so often, without even meaning it? Because it sounds cool and important, although they have not even took enough time to think it over before opening their mouth. I hear/read people almost dying from love, affection and the need to tell everybody they've found the love of their life, all right, but it is just wierd and ironic how lame it all seems when they break up. Don't get me wrong, it's nothing wrong with loving someone and expressing feelings for them, but all the rush at the very beginning cannot lead to anything good in the end (I'll discuss this issue in another blog).
Back to the main topic. For me, this phrase is more than sacred; I'm twenty one and for the first time that I was able to say it out loud was just about a year ago. Why? Because you just CANNOT go around telling everybody how much you love them and can't live without them. You just can't. Period. You have to spare the phrase for someone special and when you are able to say it out loud clearly, not just the answer ''Me too'', but whole, from the first to the last word, you know you really are in.

Random Thoughts

Driving on the bus

Watching people come and go

Time is passing by.

People in the world

Equal yet still different

Once we shall unite.

A Place of Mine………….shafts

A dreamy, almost surreal, description of my hometown.

A special place it was, that place which my eyes got to know first. A place of hope and despair, sometimes mixed with joy and sometimes with grief. A place, where the roughness of the underground never fit with the beauty and tenderness of nature. A place of boredom and excitement at the same time.

A cruel place I dare say it was, that small mining town.

For a long time I knew no other place than that. Set in the puzzle of hills and valleys of Zasavje, covered in greenery or snow that made my eyes rest upon it, though it was more often thought of as polluted, boring, uninteresting and sometimes even dead. I dare not deny pollution, but the matter about dullness and liflessness can undoubtfully be negated by those who have ever lived there.

I remember that in hot summers we children used to go down to the riverside to play. The water was always ice cold, and it felt good to soak our feet in it after a long day, or just to play silly games squirting each other, and then coming home wet to the skin, mad mothers yelling at us. But all the shouting never did the trick, and we would do it over and over again. In winters the story repeated, only this time we would go to the nearby hill for sledding. Snowy idyll under our feet would soon change into a puddle of mud, but nobody really cared. We had to have our fun there at that moment, and nobody ever thought about what mom would say at home.

The verdure of bushes or trees in the spring and the soft calm of it all in the wintertime were not even close to what was happening underground at all seasons of the year. The miners were doing what they were supposed to do in any case, and even if nature seemed asleep, life beneath the earth was unbelievably vivid. They were like ants, digging through the dirt, searching for valuable treasure that the earth was hiding; sometimes I even heard them when I went to sleep, because the moving of the wagons and the noise of the machines underground was so loud. They knew how dangerous it was to go down there, and at every shift you could hear the miners greeting each other with their famous: ˝Srečno!˝

Nowadays, you cannot hear those greetings anymore. They fell silent, and so did the machines underground which were the vital energy of the town for so many years.

LATE Season's Greetings

Well, it's been almost three weeks since my last post, which means I owe you Season's greetings.

MARRY CHRISTMAS (I hope you celebrated in peace) and a NEW YEAR full of love, happiness and inspiration. 

There, job done :)