misogyny is enamored by us
boys will be boys , they said
but she is a girl, why not………..
endless improvement suggestions
pushed down our throats
why can’t you keep your husband straight, you have failed
see so and so her husband doesn’t do this, why not………….
why is he beating her, she is not clean
she does not know how to keep a man
why will he, if she had been coy, sweet talker, better cook
better yet always improving herself
Be more patient, are you praying ?
while no effort is made over there,
so i say, why not….he…………….
can she clap with one hand ?
better yet, is he still a child ?
endless rhetorical questions
Oh god here she comes again, I listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000
“you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again
“go on marie” i urge her to continue,
” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner
you see Marie Gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks.
“Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu sita ?, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear, if her waterproof eyeshadow and beautiful blue eyes would have none of it
” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” marie ranted
I took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew “ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici”, this leads her on to rambling, i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water.
Marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally
“sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” she continued
Apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.
“but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts
“whatever, ‘je te dit’ ( i tell you ) she was a spoilt girl who thought she was hardworking” marie elaborated
Actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake.
why do i still put up with marie some ask ?
because simply put ‘she puts up with me not the other way around’
I have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps
” oh marie elle n’est pas importante , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water”
how endearing ‘i loved and encouraged myself to work a little ‘
“so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you, go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes
“tu dit ? ( you say ? ) i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country” i retort
well ‘vraiement ( truly ) i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza, half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished.
I can assure you, our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.
hey everyone today I’m trying a short story