Feminine Thoughts…

Tuesday, late afternoon in the centre of Iraklion. I hadn’t been downtown for weeks. The truth is that I avoid the centre of the city as much as I can, as it is always hot, crowded and noisy. But, that day I had a pile of "must do" things that I couldn't overlook. So, armed with all the patience I could muster up, there I was, in the middle of Daedalu Street hard-pressed and pissed off. Why didn’t I go home after I finished my chores? Why did I need to take a walk?  Always, when I feel like this, I look around, searching for reasons to laugh, or at least lighten my mood. After all, life is too short to be pissed off because people in a hurry walk like drunks and bump into you… without so much as an excuse me.

Anyway, I noticed that most women on Daedalu Street were looking towards the same direction: at a blonde tourist girl in her mid twenties, quite tall on her high heels, in a teeny-tiny skirt! Naturally, all the complex-ridden women were staring at her mumbling: "Look what she's wearing" and "Oh my God, how can she walk around like that?"

I smiled to myself, wondering why women of any era cannot honestly admire another woman. The answer being, of course, that every woman has a bad word to say about how another woman looks!

So, why couldn’t they think objectively? The girl was a stunner. Her skirt was very short, but it didn’t matter . . . it fit her like a glove. She was slim, but not skinny, with long, tanned legs… like a picture in a painting! Why shouldn’t she wear a tiny skirt? Was that so hard for every woman on that street to admit?

Last but not least, my boyfriend finally noticed her. Is it just me or do all men notice everything on a time delay mode? Or maybe I should be flattered because a hot tourist-chick was passing and my man was the last to notice her?

"Look, look!" He said.

"So, what?" I answered. "Don’t look at her, look at all these catty women who stare and make negative comments but secretly wish they looked just like her!" After all, if she can wear a teeny-tiny skirt, so be it! And, good for her! Because to wear a mini skirt, you don’t so much have to have the "right" body (although it helps), but, most importantly, you must be able to withstand the comments from other women!

Now, listen to the rest of the story. A few blocks away, another blonde. A Greek blonde. I will not say she was fat, but I will say she carried some extra pounds (really lots of them), in her early twenties, wearing a skintight, short, bright pink dress. My boyfriend says: "Didn't her mother see her before she left the house? Doesn’t she realize that it's ugly and doesn't fit her?" But of course he must have been the only one thinking it, because all the passing women were smiling at her. Not one single comment from any of them!

How is that possible? I'll tell you how! In the first case, they made snippy comments because they knew they weren’t like her, although they would love to be. But, in the second case, they didn’t say a single word because, I bet, they were thinking how much better than her they were!

So, my dears, if another woman gives you a compliment, don’t rush to be happy!