Yesterday, I discovered how fortunate to be an escapee of the modern world – it’s false promises and glittering deceptions. I complained about Barbie, the popular toy of my generation. She explains the Stepford wives and their legacy, Hollywood divas.

No woman can be happy looking like a perky, sex doll, playing with modern kitchen gadgets, and serving processed foods designed to make her life easier. That life sold to us years ago was a trap. An illusion.

Life isn’t about enslaving females (or anyone) as objects in some perverse fantasy. I mean, life is about that for psychopaths. But, for me, life is about exploring agency and my potential. Who do I want to be, now that I’ve made my break?

The Stepford Wife syndrome explains nervous conditions women experienced. And how drug companies gladly prescribed “relief.” You mean, I was supposed to be content looking like a sex doll, playing housewife and mother?

Young people today have Kim Cardassian and Dylan Mulvany as role models. This is what happens when we are molded by modern ideas of self expression or self-obsession in some cases.

It’s like wolves whispering in the ears of sheep, “You can be more than just sheep! You can be wolves, too!” Wolves are characterized by their power, mystery, and darkness which they proudly inhabit.

Maybe Kim played with a Barbie and got all kinds of wrong messages about her identity. Maybe she felt envious of other wanna-be-fantasies-of-sexual predators. So, amped up her sexuality accordingly?

Divas reminds me of the praying mantis. She mates, then she kills.

It feels like a terrible storm is coming. How is it that Love responds to a world that is full of lying and deception…essentially twisting people into something they are not?? What is the solution?

Love must be at least as big as or bigger, than the infection of falsehood that ails humanity. It must not mask the symptoms like pharmaceutical drugs. The human condition is beyond even the billion dollar drug industry’s ability! Big Pharma can not even cure a common cold! Lol.

Anyhow, love, to be Love must make a demonstration that is so powerful and mind blowing- so that we do not follow the road to perdition so carelessly. So, that we know, that we know, that we know, there is a God. And, that we are loved.

Love must be BIGGER than our folly. Or, it’s not authentic or eternal. I hope so. I don’t want to be a Barbie doll, or a glittering minx on T.V.. Or, a hateful s/he.

Why aren’t their any people to look up to in our culture? What happened to role models?

It’s just me and Lyle, I guess. And, the Almighty. That’ll have to be enough!