Apparently, the Grammy's aired last night. People hate on the adverb, but look what my adverb just conveyed in ten little letters.
I know about the Grammy's and Whitney Houston dying because of Facebook and Flipboard. My news consumption is primarily through the internet. I do like it this way because I enjoy seeing the reaction of my friends and unknowns commenting on articles. I do feel like it is one giant cocktail party.
Adele was the big winner. Probably deservedly so. I did buy and enjoy her album until I found myself listless, peevish, and depressed. It is an excellent album.
What I found curious was the reaction of a friend who in celebrating Adele's win made a comment about Adele being a real artist and a real woman. Ten years ago I'd be more likely to comment on the real artist part of that statement.
I'm no artist. I may have used to enjoy "films," but nowadays I just want a good movie--preferably an action flick with an underlying romance featuring a believable heroine.
Which brings me right back to the real woman bit.
I may run, but I'm not a stick. I have a normal BMI, but I also have curves. And I am growing a little concerned with the idea that a real woman must be a certain weight to qualify for her estrogen card.
Why can't thin women be considered real women? Why must our size dictate our validity as a person?
I'd like the phrasings "real woman" and "real man" to be banned. The whole concept is preposterous, vague, and--therefore--meaningless.
We're all real. Some of us are healthier than others. Sometimes you can tell this by looking at a person; often you can't.