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12.07.2011

on my christmas wish list ...


The great question that has never been answered,
and which I have not yet been able to answer,

despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is

"What does a woman want?"


~ Sigmund Freud


Christian Louboutin's

xxx

22 comments:

Alberto Granados said...

Very complicated. We, men, are so primary and foresseable... but you, women, are always a mistery.
Freud, a wise man, was right.

AG

Adullamite said...

"What does a woman want?"
Indeed...

gz said...

shoes that are practical, don't fall apart in five minutes AND look good, please!!

witnessing am i said...

Forget about the "research." All Mr. Freud had to do was ask. And look in a shoe store window.

soubriquet said...

Remind me again, of how great these are, after an hour or walking around in them.

soubriquet said...

of. not or.

soubriquet said...

"What do Women Want?", Kim Addonizio.

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

goatman said...

"the real things in life: powerful gasoline, a shoeshine, and a clean windshield"

Firesign Theatre from Don't Crush that Dwarf, Hand me the Pliers

A playful answer to an impossible question.

soubriquet said...

So I had to google don't crush that dwarf.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_MEpww2MHA


"White Lightning White Lightning, this is Ground-Meat control, do you read me? over...."
"I read only Good books, over"
"You must be way out there, over"
"I'm high alright, Over"....

Come closer, kids, gather around the wireless, it's on.
Oh, nostalgia for radio...

goatman said...

Also check: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtKRelQNE0I&feature=related
for more radio shows. Sometimes, if you are listening to the rap, its hard to figure out what is going on eg: talking signs and climate control in the car as they are driving.
They still do plays.

red dirt girl said...

Hi AG ~ how graciously manly of you to admit. A true man in my red dirt book :)

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red dirt girl said...

Adullamite ~ Is that 'Indeed' a pause whilst you collect your thoughts and breath to tell us what women truly want? Inquiring minds want to know...

xxx

red dirt girl said...

gz ~ but of course we want practical, sensible shoes that look good and are a great price. But every woman should own at least ONE frivolous fantasy item that makes her feel like one in a million .....be it shoes, a dress, a jewel ...??!

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Mr. Wit ~ you're a wise man. You know which shoppe to shop in ..!

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Soubry ~ Sigh...Who said anything about needing these shoes to WALK in ??? she asks with a devilish grin ....

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Soubry ~ Double Sigh ... you are pre-empting my future posts about my Christmas list... Ms. Addonizio's poem has already graced the pages of this blog. And yes, it's definitely a great start to what women want ...!

xxx

red dirt girl said...

goatman ~ she sounds like a Rosy the Riveter type, definitely more 'hem' than 'fem'...! It IS an impossible question. For me it changes daily.

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Soubry and goatman ~ Now you've made me curious to see what all the dwarf hoopla is about...as she sets to downloading YouTube muttering under her breath (only men would hi-jack such a girly post!)

xxx

Anonymous said...

Souby, thats a great poem!
Red, what I like abiout the picture is that little thread that hangs downacross her toes and onto the floor. what should happen, would I were to pull it?
Just a little pull.
Oh god yes, I want to pull it!

red dirt girl said...

Hey cowboy ..... that thread might have a hook on the end, alls i'm sayin'....but go ahead, PULL!

xxx

soubriquet said...

That thread, Cowboy, is the trip-line to the dtonator.
Don't touch unless your sandbag emplacement is fully in place.

goatman said...

"And use your entrenching tool."

I am afraid that Firesign is a reluctantly acquired taste -- at least in my case. A fellow we knew had memorized, seems like, every FS bit to the point of annoying -- hours of it. Camping with him in the next tent one night all we heard all night: "At Bobs bezerko lounge your car is as welcome as you are. Sip the suds at Bobs in an air of righteous indignation" and "This is no movie, this is real. Which real? Why the last reel of the vintage motion picture "High school Madness"" or "That is a pretty mountain you have there. That is not a mountain, that is our sacred burial mound. Can you move it? Why? Cause the railroad's commin through . . . right now"( big sound of railroad commin through).

You see my problem: these pop into my head at inappropriate times, not to be mentioned or related for fear of knurled eyebrows and queries as to my sanity. And a nasty look from the girl, having heard it too much over the years.
So be careful --- avoid FS at all costs (I don't think that will be a problem come to think of it.)