It's sad to say, but I really crave romance. I mean the everyday little things rather than presents and a dinner for Christmas or my birthday. There's just not enough of that going around anymore. I'm not exactly old fashioned, but I always am impressed when a man opens a door or gets my bags for me. But it's the same old argument.
Humans are too hard to depict, but I tried. I consulted a friend who loves drawing people and is amazing at capturing emotion. His artwork is barely distinguishable from photographs. He said he goes excruciatingly slow, and draws minute detail. Every strand of eyebrow hair. Every wrinkle of the lips. Well I got as far as the wrinkly lips. It's not exactly a photograph, but it's a picture.
Not at all discrediting him, but I figured that if you want a picture that looks exactly like a photograph, why not just have the photograph? It's like when people say that frog legs taste like chicken. Why not just eat chicken?
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Frog legs are more exotic, more novel. It's much harder to catch frogs than it is to catch chickens. Sure, they might taste the same, but the amount of work that went into catching and preparing the frog legs is much greater than that of the chicken.
The same applies to painting and photography.
Also, men are needier than they seem only because they are more romantic than women. Men write songs and poetry and paint and advance science and technology in the pursuit of women. Women shop for clothes and shoes.
Dear broads,
I rescind my previous sexist yet wildly objective observations into the disparage between the romanticism of men and women. I apologize.
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