Joy.

So this isn’t a sexy blog post.  This is an observation.  This is a short piece about joy.  A VIP told me about his latest hobby.  It sparks joy.  It seems such a silly boy toy but I realise just how important it is for human beings to be silly, to play.  When did we forget to play?

When did we decide to buy into the bullshit that we are here to be someone else’s slave? Work ourselves to death? Fuck that.  Men get to play more than women.  That is just a fact really, right? When I write that men get to be 7 year olds by playing on their bikes, cars, skateboards, computers – just for the pure fun of it.  Hear me out here.  What do women have? Yes yes yes – women can and do those same things but it is not the norm.

While you are out playing golf or racing around the track … what is she doing? I imagine she is cleaning, cooking, child minding, shopping … where is the joy in that? When did women stop having fun? Why don’t we lose ourselves in the pleasure of simply being? Is this part of the problem between men and women? Do women unconsciously resent that men can play?

I am on to something here.  If you don’t see how that affects the action in the bedroom then your eyes are painted on.  This really needs to be addressed.  Let’s get the girls doing cartwheels down the beach.  Let’s get them building sand castles.  Lets fucking play a while.  We are all just those 7 year old kids pretending to be grown ups.

Being a grown up is highly over-rated.  I would not recommend it.

Allessandra x