Women as peacocks

Sometimes, I'm amazed by "women's styles". Yesterday, I saw a woman with black hair and a plume of white/blonde hair at the top. She was heavily perfumed and kind of pear shaped and short, carring a shiny vinyl bag, and wearing bright pink lipstick.

I'm not being critical of this woman in particular. Sometimes I really think women are "strutting their stuff" like peacocks. I go into these weird modes where I feel very separate from human beings and am examining them from an alien's perspective. I think the human race is very weird looking. Not that there's a norm...but I'm keenly aware that we are so used to ourselves, we can't see how strange ears look.


Nanu Nanu