Being A Woman Must Be Difficult

I arrived early at Sunday Mass today. It gave me plenty of time to get in some pre-game prayers, sit back and contemplate any transgressions I may have committed.

After awhile I noticed a woman sitting in front of me. From the backside she had dishwater blond hair and a short pony tail held together with a black mini scrunchy.

She was wearing grey Dockers, a blue top and over that a wool fleece sleeveless top. On her feet were patent leather loafers. I couldn't see her face but she did turn her head slightly and I could see she had gunk on her eyelashes; not a lot but some.

And finally she was wearing two inch long earrings. There were three pearls in a vertical fashion. And then it hit me. Women, in general, surely do jump through hoops to improve their appearance.

Don't get me wrong. I like fastidious looking females but they do things I would never consider. I'm

talking suburban to upper crust ladies although on the low end of the economic scale I'm sure there
are those who do the same.

Anyway, guys do it, punch holes in their ear lobes, but not many; not like women. I wouldn't want to have holes in my ears.

Women are forced to wear expensive lacy undergarments. Heck, guys wear BVD's. I even know some who go commando. Bet a woman wouldn't do that.

Women spend a fortune going to manicurist and pedicurists. They they paint their nails different colors. Think about it. What's the purpose? I go to finger and toenail people, too, For my nails I use a mini pocket knife. For my toenails I cut them when I put on a sock and it gets snagged on a nail.

Men don't wear high heals. I've never put on a pair but we did have a basketball pre-practice drill where we had to walk on the balls of our feet. The purpose was to stretch the calf muscles. High heels on women do create a sexy look so maybe that's why they're worn.

We live in a sexist society whether we like it or not. It is brought on by both sexes. Example. Let's say the Wendy Williams TV Show has a segment on wife make-overs. They pan pictures of a woman from her past. She'll be unkept, weigh more than Orca and look like she just gutted a deer and cleaned a catfish. Then she'll walk out onstage and her husband and children will glom onto her like she's been named Queen of the May and looks like Taylor Swift. The audience will scream with joy all because mom allowed herself to put on make-up and nail polish along with a new dress by Christian Dior.

A month or so ago I asked Her Majesty(who, by the way, looks darned fined for 73) if she wore eyelash junk. Isn't that neat. I didn't know. She told me she did it once in awhile. I liked that, not knowing but still realizing she was a natural beauty.

You other guys should be as lucky as I.