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Burqa or boobs? They're called 'women of the scarf' and in less respectful circles 'bag ladies'. But do women who choose to cover their beauty for religious reasons deserve our reverence? Body in Mind believes that anyone who tries to keep beauty - or anything good - from this world is a person who hates this world. Values like beauty, food, and truth are necessary for human life. That's why nature gives us such stong drives to achieve them. So we have to ask: is it really possible to be against these things in an innocent way? If they have the right to protest beauty, are we not entitled to protest their protest? Nature created female beauty to attract us to our values, to the things we need to survive and be happy, such as health, confidence, love, and purpose. If you want to live then you'll be attracted to people who exude these things. Your brain is wired to perceive your values as beauty. However, if you don't find these qualities beautiful, then you don't want to live very badly. This is sadly the case when it comes to women of the scarf. By registering their protest against beauty, they are registering a protest against life. This is why these women make so many people uncomfortable, even if most people don't quite understand why.
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Women are like apples on trees.
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good
ones because they are afraid of falling and
getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take
the apples from the ground that aren't as
good, but easy. The apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in reality,
they're amazing. They just have to wait for
the right man to come along, the one who is
brave enough to climb all the way to the top of
the tree.
Now Men....
Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes,
and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of
them until they turn into something acceptable
to have dinner with.
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good
ones because they are afraid of falling and
getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take
the apples from the ground that aren't as
good, but easy. The apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in reality,
they're amazing. They just have to wait for
the right man to come along, the one who is
brave enough to climb all the way to the top of
the tree.
Now Men....
Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes,
and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of
them until they turn into something acceptable
to have dinner with.
Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Shawn O'Brian grew up together and were lifelong friends. But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Shawn, "O'Brian, come 'ere. I 'ave a request for ye." Shawn walked to his friend's bedside and kneels.
"Shawny ole boy, we've been friends all our lives, and now I'm leaving 'ere. I 'ave one last request fir ye to do."
O'Brian burst into tears, "Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It's done."
"Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all eternity."
O'Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend's request, he asked, "Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?"
"Shawny ole boy, we've been friends all our lives, and now I'm leaving 'ere. I 'ave one last request fir ye to do."
O'Brian burst into tears, "Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It's done."
"Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all eternity."
O'Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend's request, he asked, "Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?"
