oceana

I woke up this morning with a Sting song that I haven't heard for ages stuck in my ear, and the realization that I'm eternally grateful to be a woman.

Why?
No beard.

Oh, I like men. I can't say that I like beards in particular, but I don't mind waking up next to a man with a bit of stubble. It is manly. I am weak.
But imagine having a beard yourself! Wouldn't it be horrible? Having to shave everyday, or - if you don't - have this weird hair growing in your face?
See, that's the beauty of being a woman. Sure, we don't lack body parts that can be shaved. But we don't have to. And, say, if we don't shave our legs for a few days, there'll be hair, but it is soft and harmless. Unlike a beard. It doesn't get annoying.
Women are all soft and smooth when they wake up in the morning.
Women are beautiful.

(and while I'm declaring my love for women, I'd like to shortly mention how much I love LJ as well. I am in such a shitty mood because of work, and I was going to write a long, whiny entry, possibly crying, when I read my friendslist and it made me smile, and it reminded me that there are other things than work, and that I will eventually get over that stupid file. I love you. *smooches*)