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Seduced by a naked mango

Seduce: to lead astray usually by persuasion or false promises.

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Have you been seduced lately? I bet you have without even knowing it. Just recently while I was flipping through a food magazine, I came across a gorgeous picture of a mango.  The ad said,” eat mangoes naked.” Maybe they taste better when you’re naked and the juice drips off your chin, runs down your chest and then settles in your naval.  I don’t know. Okay, I really don’t like mangoes, mango juice is pretty tasty but the fruit by itself just isn’t my thing. But this mango looked so appealing, so fresh, and juicy and well, I bought one. I started to eat it with my clothes on and then I tried the naked thing to see if it tasted any better-no better just sticky. Mangoes are kind of a sexy fruit and eating them naked didn’t seem like a too much of a stretch. The truth is I’m very easily seduced. I like the words sexy,  naked, seduction; what can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic, I told you , it’s in my profile.

Where is all of this talk about seduction and mangoes leading to: I wanted to rant a little about the subtle changes I’ve seen due to the current recession. Changes are necessary but I’m not sure I like what I see. I know my view is a bit obscure and probably something that most of you haven’t thought about but what would you expect from Junie?  The real question should be, “what does being seduced and eating mangoes in the nude have to do with our current economy?”  It sounds like a bit of a stretch but let me explain.

 The allure of the stage or the layout of your favorite magazine, the soulful sounds of  music or the vivid colors on canvas: it all has a way of drawing us in with it’s quiet seduction. We are seduced everyday, everywhere and in many ways. It could be the cool sophistication of a pair of designer jeans or that sexy sports car that says, “I’m successful” maybe even the comfort of religion and a promise of heaven. We see it and want it without question. We are so easily influenced and unequivocally seduced by the mere look of perfection or the smell of success. Nobody starts out wanting to be a store clerk or part of the roadside crew. We go for the allure of becoming an artist, a doctor, a lawyer, a fireman, or an actor. When in reality the job of a clerk or roadside worker is real and honest.  A lust for fashion and a quest for fame starts very early and is encouraged by our parents, our teachers and strangers too. The question, “what do you want to be when you grow up” starts before we reach the age of understanding. 

Is all of this about to change with the current condition of the economy and the feeling of disgust over greed and excess? Should it? If we settle for what will put food on the table and keep a roof over our head, are we at risk of losing our dreams and the notion that we can do anything we set our minds to?

I’ve seen a change and I’m not sure what to think of it.  The gloss on the page has become subdued, the expensive ads are few and far between. It’s true that things had become a little out of hand. We’ve been living a life of glitz and glamour and instant gratification and yet we dare to ask for more.  But yet, I wonder if we can’t scale back and get a little more real and down to earth without losing our ability to dream just a little. Is it possible?

Could you become resilient to the art of seduction and if you could, would you want to?  How many times have you bought a product because it promised to make you feel beautiful or become a success.  I have to admit I’m a sucker for a beautiful magazine, a romantic movie or an alluring commercial ad. I’m not sure I want to lose that feeling of being romanced, seduced and then pleased by my purchase. You’re not just purchasing a product your buying the idea or story that goes along with it.  It’s all so satisfying in an enchanting kind of way.

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I know we need to make a change in our expectations and lifestyle but don’t take away our lust for beauty, our longing for adventure or our need to dream. I’m afraid that during our quest for simplicity we might lose something childlike and magical along the way. The advice to keep life simple is wise but I don’t think that means we have to live a life of boredom or become too generic.

I’m trying to be more simplistic in my needs and mindful of how much is too much but I refuse to ignore the art of seduction or put an end to my dreams. I will still lust for a life that is filled with sparkle, allure and at times a little seduction. I refuse to give up on the lust of a dream and the quest for a career that suits me.

I’ve been seduced by a fruit that I don’t even like, what about you; are you easily seduced?

Think about it and let me know, right after you sink your teeth into a sweet, juicy mango. mmmm, it’s so good!

xo-jj

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May 1, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Trouble in the Hen House

Please welcome Shirley to the sofa.

My story took place about 40 years ago. I was married with two children. My husband was in the military but had served his time so we moved back home. We bought a little house three doors away from his parents chicken farm. He worked on the family farm while I stayed home with the kids. I knew our marriage wasn’t perfect and had a feeling that he was keeping secrets  but the truth was more than I expected. He started staying out all night and going to work on days that I knew he had off. But times were different back then and you just didn’t confront your husband. A few years past and a couple more children arrived before he left me for good.

I managed to get a job and survived with a little financial help from his parents. I lost so much more than a husband when he left. My so called friends felt the need to confess their indiscretions to me. They told me how sorry they were that  they had fallen pray to his seduction. There was a lot more than counting eggs going on in the hen house. His escapades came to an end when my so called friend Marylou caught him fooling around with a new girl named Sarah and threatened to tell. Thats when Carl rejoined the Navy and ran off to the west coast with Sarah. 

The biggest blow to my world was learning that Marylou, Carla, and Debbie were my friends for the sake of spending time with my husband. They had all fooled around with Carl  in the egg house on numerous occasions. Debbie even claimed that he was her first and that she’d lost her virginity to my husband! I hated them all and couldn’t understand why they insisted on telling me the truth, now. I never stepped foot in the egg house again and when I was financially able, I moved to another town that was far from the bad memories.

That part of my life is over but I desperately want my husband to admit his indiscretions to our children. I don’t know why it’s so important to me but it is.  I would feel vindicated for all the years the kids thought that their big Navy Captain Dad was a hero, only I knew better.  I didn’t want to break their little hearts back then, so I stayed silent.

Junie: You deserve vindication and your kids should know what you did for them.  But this may be a little like your friends confessing that they slept with your husband in the egg house. It will only generate bad feelings and ruin relationships. You were a good Mom and deserve a thank you but I’m not sure if his confession is the best way to get it.

jj

February 23, 2009 Posted by | bad boys, confessions | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments