The road less travelled

Requiem for a dream

This is what a century of feminism has wrought. I actually find the above Realdoll more attractive than most real women.

Gone is the illusion of romance. No more windy walks along the shore. No meaningful glances. No sweet whisperings. No nodding off by the fire reminiscing over a family album full of life.

Cold plastic and the memory of what could have been. At least no knives in the back.

You can scold me for the sad geek I am, but this is what I feel. This is what I sense. Yes, I’m fucked up, but there’s a reason for that. The mad of a society tell something about the madness of that society.

July 19th, 2007 | feminism | one comment