Feminists go self-critics!

“Looks aren't everything. Believe me, I'm a model.” says Cameron Russell, a renowned underwear model, in her presentation shot by TED, which is a non-profit organization setting conferences globally with a slogan of “ideas worth spreading”. During her speech, Cameron gives a fearless and honest talk by giving insider look on fashion industry and adds, “Image is powerful! But also image is superficial!”

Men are blind enough not to see through women’s cosmetics-applied pimped faces, edited hair colors, worn high heels to convey a image of compact and sexy bottom, even more, implanted fake breasts and botox pumped lips. The level of awareness from men’s side about this topic is extremely low so that we, men, cannot know by sight, which is superficial and which is genuine, since our brains fool ourselves to follow the superficial track. In my belief, this is the very weak point men have in common who anchor their attention more on the appearance than the character of a woman and crave for perfectionism in women’s body.

The difference a construction creates! (All rights reserved to Emre Aydin)

However, what women are not conscious of is that they play along with men in this context, directing them on their horizon-facing superficial track. Women, not being content with their own bodies and as a result trying to construct a powerful image on their appearance in order to be outwardly apparent and be confirmed by men, let themselves be guided to play along with men’s blindness!

“Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.” says Nobel Prize winning author John Steinbeck. In this sense, it is obvious that where the mistreat of the men towards women comes from. Power always needs to be sustained in order to let its owner stay in control. Yet, if it is not sustained one day due to the rebellion of women by leaving their “constructed images”, power will question its control which in the long run will cause itself be more self-critical about its expectations and untamed desires.

My aim with this article is to challenge the women side by accepting the weakness of men and offering another approach to this highly-sensitive topic instead of blaming each other in a continuous way about how bad the women are treated and how the men ignore the reality. Lastly, women, you should not be guided to play along with men’s blindness, you should guide the men to cross the bridge of awareness!

                                                                                                                  Emre Aydin                                                 
                                                                                                          Barcelona, 16.05.2013 

Do not let the prints talk for you!

Do women find the guys with non-printed t-shirts more attractive than the ones with printed t-shirts? I believe, yes they do. Cause in my way of thinking prints on the garments you are clothed in somehow reflect your personality and inner world. So, when met with new dames, just as a first impression, your clothing comes to the front after your face and looking have been checked. And after throwing glances to each other, before a word spills out of your mouth to impress (!) the one opposite you, your print takes it over your mouths responsibility and talks for you. You cannot guess what is explains and how it will be interpreted by the opposite one. Either good or bad. But instead of taking that risk why don’t you a give a try to wear something non-printed. Following that step, you hinder their prejudices be stamped on you before met in person, besides you propose them to come closer and discover you. Then you are on your own without being in conflict with something you have on. Time to show off, good luck!

What would it be like if we had numbers instead of names?

When we open our eyes to the world, typical formalities force our parents to present us our IDs. And unfortunately, or fortunately, laws oblige them that a name must be preferred. What if we had the rights of naming our children with whatever we desire, would anyone dare to name his baby with a number? How would that sound when somebody is called “Hey 4163, what up? “ or “23456599 you are looking fantastic today!”…? Would there be any popular numbers like today’s popular names, which differ from culture to culture? What would take Christian, Anna, George, John, Isabel, Eva, Aaron, Elizabeth’s places? Would 2011, 1453, 1776, 911, 350 be the suitable substitutes? Or maybe people would go for the birthdays. Then it would be chaos of identical numbers in the world. And how would the dissimilarity be created? Maybe like with surnames it would be provided with surnumbers. 245 567890, 245 567891 and 12567 31, 12567 301 can be shown as good examples…Anyway, maybe we had better go on with names instead of numbers, besides don’t they sound more trouble-free and practical by pronouncement?

EA

If no forks were brought into light, the world would host more fatter people!

One week ago as I was enjoying my supper, I spontaneously kept staring at my fork. It was like my eyes were focused on it. Then, this very moment, I imagined myself in old times when there was no fork on earth and I was travelling in time to catch a blink on cutlery used by the human beings.
Next, I considered the healthily weighted figures of Asian people. They owed that gift partly to the chopsticks they used as cutlery. Since, they prevented consumers from devouring their meals in seconds, yet let them delight their food slowly- Asians are faster, though - and patiently. That advantage of chopsticks also helped the consumer with an easier digestion. All together, those pros gave them a way to keep their weights within limits and gain today’s appearances!
Picturing the Western hemisphere without forks, the next probable idea would mean more fatter people wherever you look.

EA

I Got A New Notepad. Does Anyone Have A Pen?

The reason that I couldn’t publish any articles last three weeks, is that I had to take care of the things before I moved to Germany.


“If you had a chance to do it here, would you still desire to go?” she asked. The time those words spilled out of her mouth, every letters of it struck me in the head and made me go through all my life story again. Yet, it didn’t take me long to return her query. The answer was yes! Cause I had bought a new “Notepad” and filling its white empty pages out in a new site would first soothe my soul and allow me discover the unknown.

With those expectations and longing for any stable life along with my consequential career, I came up with a really good deal. I got my flight ticket, payed for an excess baggage, flied in business class, landed in Frankfurt, moved to a hotel room, experienced a satisfactory vista, met with my colleagues and let the chronometer tick by again.

I wish the “Notepad” has enough pages to keep all of my adventures in it and I don’t get out of ink before my pen gets broken. Thus, it is better that you keep an eye on it!

EA

A Bird in Hand is Worth Than Two in the Bush!

Hello my Groupies! As every Sunday's tradition- publishing an article- today I decided to make a difference and issue a short story that I scribbled 7 years ago! Here it is! Enjoy reading!

Sounds of crashing stones on the bedrooms window made Niemans wake up in midnight and stumble with all his power toward the window. Lifted up, his head passing through it, stared down at the guy, who got him sleepless. He was his best friend, Carlo and understood that it was an offer to go out maybe to the park, downtown or maybe to the girls. Carlo was shouting at him to come down for a different offer, going to the gamble.


In fact, it wasn’t midnight. Niemans guessed so, because of being so exhausted working much more than he was accustomed to. By the time, he arrived at his home door, threw himself onto his brand new cosy bed having the overalls on and fell asleep when he put his head into the feathered pillow. Woken up by Carlo and found himself in sweat, running over his neck down into his laundry.


“Be quick you fecking man” Carlo was yelling so with his amusing Irish accent and Niemans didn’t get late responding to him. “Shut the fuck up! I am coming now, wait some more.” He pulled his all wet clothes off and changed into a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt printed with a dolphin pic and his white oxford shoes under all beauty. He made his way down to the apartments front door. As he opened it, saw a sports Mercedes flashing in his hazel eyes. What a beauty he thought in his mind.


-“Where did you find it, man?”

-“Long story. Come in, feck the rest…”


They went to an Irish pub to celebrate Carlo’s new ostentatious Mercedes. All bill belonged to Carlo as you thought, First, they had an appetizer and then ordered some chips beside two pints. They had so much fun by Carlo’s and Niemans’ continuous jokes one after another. They weren’t precisely drunk, yet tipsy. “Now tell me your plan we will carry out tonight” Niemans said, his eyes focused on Carlo.


-“Like to go poker. Any problems with that?”

-“No, and that I got my salary is miracle.”

-“Ok. So what are we fecking waiting for? Raise your fecking hips from your hot place and we had better get on our way.”



They left the pub even by leaving some tip along with the payment, got in brand new cabriolet Mercedes and headed to a nearest casino. Despite it was convenient, took forty-five minutes to arrive there. As they showed up in front of the building , having blinking lights on, an attendant met them in the hallway, keys dangling down from his trousers’ hanger. Carlo tossed the car key toward him and he catched it in the air on time. Meanwhile, they heard screeching brakes behind them and got surprised about what they saw facing backwards. A sunburnt leg appeared first, then the whole body of her, mini skirt on her waist, long blond hair hanging down, green eyes, made up face. She was so beautiful and glittering that neither of them could manage to leave their eyes from her. They were nearly about to fall in her. Her steps were so rigid that the sounds of her high heels clicking on the tiled floor could be heard by everyone around.


She was arrogant as much as being attractive. However, she achieved to gain everyone’s fascination on her. Carlo’s heart was palpitating when she got closer to him and said “ Let’s play!”, putting a kiss on his red cheek. He got surprised to hear such a sudden offer and nodded about that walking behing her, eyes focused on her shaking side-to-side hips. They went through the archway into the casino and felt like changing into another people. Since it was the first time, they would play poker in a casino. Moreover, the young lady’s seducing attitudes to Carlo made this visit too enthusiastic.


Carlo and Niemans were making money and this was obvious from the laughters. Their faces were indicating happiness. At this luck of earning, they wanted to carry on playing betting all, vastly self-confident, and found themselves with empty penniless pockets. For she got their all money and made them return home by a lemon local cab, their heads down following the track to the exit. That young lady did an embarrassing favor and payed the drive fee to the cabbie, for good.



That was a good experience in their lives, which taught them an unforgettable lesson. A bird in hand was worth than two in the bush!


EA

Why Should We Live Alone When There Are Billions of Our Opposite Genders?

Why should we live alone when there are billions of our opposite genders? I ask myself that question with every awakening when my eyes open to a new day by my lonesome in bed.
People born and pass away each second and every closing eyes let small actors and actresses join in the theaterplay played on the great soil stage. That stage has diversely featured actors and actresses on it. Every one of them is uploaded with role-plays and tries to act them in the best ways. Sometimes getting over the borders and adopting the others’ role-plays expose them to audience’s antipathy and loathing. But sometimes they keep themselves in margins and gain their affinity.
At the age of earlier 20’s, which is the best duration of whole life span, I can not make my mind up to spend my beauteous existence solitarly on that stage. Furthermore, the stage doesn’t shelter its stars to be exploited to the bitter end. Because they succumb to the ineluctable mortality. Thus, before coming down the stage, I need a divine actress to perform my role and to give my love. Since my motto conveys me to that type of philosophy:
“There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved...Let there be more joy and laughter in your living!”
EA