Of Girls- Finally!

Me- *croons*

I did this whole 'Quotable Quotes' thing, where i was jotting down all the hilarious things we tend to say and then howl with laughter... they're mostly at the expense of boys, life, boys, relationships, boys.. (uhh excuse me for that, but i-dont-give-a-damn)...and generally ABOUT life, the universe and everything :)

But then, i read Swayam's Blog... and it made me wonder.. why girls never GOT it... there must have been a thousand books written... a million sitcomes aired... a billion talk shows based on it...Why don't girls just GET it?
I think its quite pointless to even attempt to express how this goes,
(but that won't stop me from trying...duh!)

A girl is born.
A girl looks in the mirror (freud...lacan....identity formation.. *read up*)
A girl experiences things- mothers love, food, throwing up, bumping against a chair, music, writing, reading... reading.
A girl reads.
Later, she watches TV. (i forgot to mention, but she talks too)
So she reads and watches TV.
She looks at her mum...her dad...her bestfriend...her brother...her barbie doll.
She looks.
She wonders what it would be like to touch that hot pan.
She touches the hot pan.
She gets burnt.
She had read about getting burnt but this feels different, more painful?
She does not know. She realizes that somethings cannot be compared until you experience both..the knowing and wondering...and then experiencing and knowing.
She is able to draw comparisons now.
She knows not to touch a hot pan.
She grows more. Reads more. Wonders more. And then each time she wants to experience something new, she wonders if the risk of knowing enough to compare will be worth the pain of the hot pan.
Sometimes, she says 'no' and turns away...the other times...she warily moves forward and her hand reaches out...
The times when she refuses to know for herself...refuses to know for sure...
Then she reads...she reads some more...She reads what all the other girls have written about THEIR hot pans and how it worked for them.
Some say, it was worth the effort...the others, they warn her not to try.
She chooses now.
She chooses different things at different times.
Always hoping, that when she looks back...she wont regret it.
She fears the awkwardness of a mistake more than the mistake itself.
She questions life, the universe and everything.
She questions why God made hot pans so hot.
She wonders if God is up there frowning each time she tries.
She wonders what God would have done in her place.
She grows up more but the choices she makes are always divided between the hot pan and the not knowing.
She doesn't know when she gets it 'right' or when its 'wrong'.
Just that some people ..they call some of her decisions 'wise'.
The little girl who used to look at her barbie dolls, she still doesn't know.
She won't know till she is dead says the Igbo tribe and their concept of chi.
But she isn't part of their tribe, will it apply to her still?
She read about them, you see... for somebody said she should.
She just wants to do what is 'right'.
But no one can really help....
For the pain of the hot pan is relative.
Relative to how you feel, what you've been through, what that has made you expect... relative in terms of how badly you want it.
The Girl, she reads more and more.
And then she writes, writes her own story...about her own hot pan
and what that did to her.
Then some other girl reads it and reaches out too....

Girls don't change...and they just never GET it.