Back to the blogging again. Sorry about this very long lapse of non-writing. Believe it or not, I have been working! Anyway. What has happened since last time? Well, basically, the biggest news is that the German-Swedish relations has broken down and he is out of ze picture. All good though, but I need to change that bloody profile picture with Bavarian bar-maid of course!
Am also going through a little process of, again, questioning why and how I live in this country. Sometimes I just feel so DIFFERENT. I have this thing now that I really want to meet a Swedish man! I really really want to meet someone who can understand how I think, where I come from and my values and ideas. I got really worked up last Sunday when I read in the Sunday times about the fact that girls are "lezzing it up", i.e. starting to dress more like lesbians, as if it was some sort of trend. WHAT? They are referring to gorgeous, very cool and very sexy Angyess Deyn and say that:
The key is, quite simply, not dressing to impress men. There is a simplicity and a fearlessness to the new lesbian chic that makes it extremely powerful: it takes away the frills and the flounce without any “butching up”. Ladies don’t need to feel unsexy or silly for embracing a tomboyish spirit. Looking like a lesbian is no longer a put-down, it’s a compliment.
(article in full: http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/fashion/article4343457.ece)
And I just don't get it. What is lesbian about Deyn? Not that I have ANYTHING AT ALL against lesbians, but I don't want to be called a lezze just because I would have short hair and perhaps a bit more of a tom-boy look. Where I come from, this kind of look has always been a lot more natural and sexy in its own way. I met a lovely Swedish man on Saturday when I went out in perhaps more of a "tomboyish outfit" (with striped sailor t-shirt, white naval shorts and bright yellow flat patent loafers) than the normal "pushed up-curly hair-high heels spectacle" that you see in this country. I can tell you I didn't get much attention from the English men but the two (very HOT) Swedes were worshipping my outfit and my style and thought i was WAY sexy.
I guess it's Pippi Longstocking that is to "blame" for this. I grew up thinking that girls should be like her: strong, independent and funny. I don't think that has anything to do with sexual preferences...
Conclusion from this week's finding is that I will find myself a beautiful Swedish man who understands this and don't think he is into some perverted Lesbian act just because he happens to like sporty girls with long legs, small chests and cool outfits!
