Her movies, her songs, her personality, apart from looks.
The girl who likes her is similar to the girl who likes Li Yuchun, because her neutrality is a sense of security for the same sex, that is, they are not the kind of women that men admire.
When I was a child, I always followed the most coquettish girl in the class, because my appearance happened to be her foil. Beautiful women were always a bit cruel, and I liked the kind of ugly girls to be their entourage.
There is no friendship between women and women, but eternal enemies, because they always have to compete with men. Admit it, this is a natural attribute and has nothing to do with morality and feminism.
Why do women like Audrey Hepburn almost without exception, because of her flat figure and dignity, but which woman would really like Monroe? She is a woman's public enemy, a woman's nightmare.
Women like Streisand are very admired by women.
The first is that her weird appearance is not a symbol of sex, and the second is her film, which is completely a true portrayal of her personal---the kind of perseverance in romance and fragility in freedom, whether it is her Yantel, Katie, or Finney, is a true reproduction of her character.
Her heroines are so independent, but they can't completely resist the temptation of men. She loves handsome men very much. Look at the actor she chooses, either the blond Redford or the handsome American slow-motion rock guy Bridges, especially the Nick Nolte she found. All are beautiful, sexy, charming and personable, but still can't control the man.
At the end of most stories, she is alone.
What did she discover/
I was reading the biography of Heidegger and Arendt recently. I always think that Arendt has never been able to get out of Heidegger's influence, or influence, whether in front of or behind him. People mentioned Hannah more not in her political articles but in her romance, just as people mentioned that Sartre was always entangled in the story of him and Beauvoir. Sometimes, I really wonder whether these so-called intellectual women are just men's embellishments, and to what extent their wisdom is not affected by men, and is entirely their own.
I don’t care about the spiritual exchange between a philosopher and a political commentator. What I see is nothing more than the deep-seated love of a female student who admires the teacher. The story of a man and a woman. This story is always in every part of this world. Occurs in minutes. No matter the background is philosophy or art, or something else.
The film’s story seems to be very feminist, as if it is preaching a true gender equality and so-called spiritual communication. Instead, the absurdity is that it finally announced the complete bankruptcy of this Platonic love. Streisand learned from the appearance of a medium-sized female. Molecule became a feminine person, and she was resurrected from a failed love---this was Streisand's routine, and the man who claimed to only love her mind returned to her.
She became a woman and he loved her.
If a man claims that he loves your character, your mind, and the most stupid thing is that he loves your character, I want to throw it at him with a bottle. Seriously, that's sheer nonsense. A man sees whether a woman meets his actual needs from the beginning of the body, including the physical and material things. It is impossible for a man to love a woman's mind!
Because in the eyes of men, women have no brains.
He respected her mind and treated her like an ordinary woman.
This is of course what a woman said, and it is also the dream of all women.
But this is also completely a woman's fantasy.
Bismarck said that if you do not seduce a woman, she said that you are not a man. If you seduce her, she is not a good man.
Inferring from this, if a woman does not seduce a man, she is not a woman, and she seduce a man, she is not a good woman.
It's hard to be a man, but even harder to be a woman.
As Hamlet said to Ophelia, if you are beautiful, you are not chaste, and if you are chaste, you are not beautiful.
Streisand is certainly not a beautiful woman, but she likes beautiful men so much. What to do? Use knowledge and personality to attract it. At least I am not beautiful, but interesting or useful to you.
So in the end, she could only touch Hubble with her hand like Katie, saying, your girl is so beautiful. Then leave.
We women with strong hearts are often losers in love. This is what a 19th century female writer said. Does
a woman choose to pursue freedom out of nature, or out of boredom and helplessness/
Either you are tired of something, or you are helpless, the nature of a free woman does not match, if a woman has a kind of freedom, it is also the freedom to choose a man , And that kind of true pure freedom is not something everyone can withstand. Nora slammed the door and left, only because she realized that her husband didn't love her.
We are free. We have read a lot of books and have a career, but we find that we still yearn for love and love men, which is no different from women in the Middle Ages. However, the scope of this free choice is getting smaller and the conditions are getting higher and higher. It is not just a matter between a woman and a man, but an endless and all-encompassing ideal.
The film has a sad ending that is different from Streisand's. They are finally together, and I feel deeply depressed every time I think of the situation where the female professor in it throws a man in the arms but is rejected. Because it reminds me of the monitor I had a crush on when I was in junior high school. Every time I secretly saw him in class, I was always rewarded with pity and sneer in his eyes. The mixture made me very uncomfortable. I asked him to act as the actor in my own rehearsal, just to appreciate his eyes covered with long eyelashes.
Whenever I see such a big pie face with small eyes and a fat figure in the mirror, I think that what is in the mirror does not represent the true self. On the other side of the mirror, there is something different from this ordinary or even ugly appearance. Proportionally fragile, romantic and sentimental, under my toughness disguised for dignity, I am still a gentle and passionate soul, but who cares?
What did I find--
nothing new under the sun.
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