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On my mind: Change resisters

People don't take things on board easily, and toy with them, see what they can get out of them and spit out the things that they don't like. They resist input, resist change.

I am so not like that, that when I turn from version 3 of an application to version 4, that I embrace the newness and if, ten minutes later I turn back to 3, I have to think about the old harder. I don't mind turning back, you understand, just my mind naturally goes to 'progression', to see what the new and improved version is. I desire it, I lust it, and I investigate it in seconds and can objectively evaluate if there is an improvement, but I don't resist a backwards step. A backwards step is also a forward step because it makes you aware of stepping back.

All very abstract I know.... But there is a notion lurking around in feminist circles, which I naturally have toyed with, that men are necrophiliacs, that they don't want a live, warm, thinking, disagreeing, smelling, desiring, lustful, sweet, unshaven woman beneath them - what they want is a silent, shaven, shorn, agreeable, pliant, sterile, unsmellable, doll-like, clone underneath them.

NATURALLY this does not apply to all men. And even if (note IF) it did not apply to ANY men, isn't it an interesting notion to play with... doesn't it make (you) wonder why you don't like a hairy leg... doesn't that thought, wherever it takes you, make you think just a wee bit extra bits and pieces about yourself, or the women that might like or dislike that idea?

To me it is like liking science fiction... where could this idea take us, what could we do with it creatively. What are the possibilities it invokes.

Now there are some folks that go, "I hate science fiction, I will never watch it.." Just like that... they know nothing about it, they haven't seen one frame of it, read one word. Not one. Weird. I don't relate... but it seems to me that people who slam the door in one world.... :)... slam it in many.

Mine are all ajar.

Except... I don't like to watch Anthony Quinn movies. I have decided he is a paedophile, and every time I see him relate to a young boy or girl, it gives me the heebies! But, being dead, I think he doesn't mind that I am boycotting his movies. And who can I extend my boycott to... no one I know has heard of him.


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