Big Blonde and her Broken Mind
'She felt a cozy solidarity with the big company of the voluntary dead' - Dorothy Parker All the beauty we are used to associate with the feminine need not always be authentic. We fail to realize the fallibility in a woman's character. The hollowness behind that deep rouge lips, is sometimes all that she is. Nothing more. Its strange to comprehend it in such a way. After reading three brilliant stories by Dorothy Parker, something I understood about the women around me including myself. We all are just tired. Its just that simple. No matter how much we caress ourselves in beauty saloons like pedigreed bitches, sweat profusely to perfect our hips or just read heaps of books to sharpen our intellect (which will get ignored anyway), its just the same. The absence of any emotional reaction from a woman is always suspicious and if she manages to express it (rather haughtily) then she is creating a scene. What an overly dramatic bitch! I find this...