"Less pathos, ladies and gentlemen!": A masculine look at the phytony, the sixth iPhone and pocket dogs.
Of course, this happened in Moscow. In this city there are so many people that they are really often met and see off on clothes. Understand what you really stand for, just do not have time.
To the comrade, the businessman of an average hand, the representative "well very large investment fund" has called. He promised to pour money into his business in almost unlimited amounts. No, we can not send an offer by e-mail. We are very serious people. Yes, we need a personal meeting. Come! And not somewhere, but directly in Moscow City. "We have an office on the N-th floor there" - carelessly so.
It is clear that something is not right. But the friend was on that day free time. And simple human curiosity. He went.
He met his fledgling young man in a suit not by height. Conducted to the office. They said that the money rain will necessarily happen. They are a solid organization! We just need to pay them a little money for preliminary legal examinations, compilation of documentation on English law, representative offices in connection with the trip to Singapore and still the clips are over. Business etiquette does not tell me to swear, so the acquaintance replied that he would certainly think carefully. Parted almost friends. And the young man undertook to guide the guest to the elevator and ... got lost. Two minutes poked all the doors until he found the right corridor. It's hard to find out when the office was rented for a couple of days, and maybe hours.
And now with the pathos is always like this: first glitters, and then it becomes ridiculous.
Or immediately it becomes ridiculous.
Have you seen the girls in high heels and dresses that push themselves into the tram in the morning? Such an interesting frame of brutal public transport for haute couture.
Or is it when a person lives on a rented apartment or, better, in a hostel, but he has a sixth iPhone? It seems funny to me.
Sometimes you think that everything has ended long ago nineties. Already no one measures cars and cell phones. But you meet suddenly a man who took "Gelandewagen" on credit. Or bought a "Cayenne", but has no money to fill it with ninety-eighth gasoline.
This is male pathos. To boast with all these attributes is a horse, a saber, a hut higher than yours. There is even an opinion that we measure life with metaphorical phalluses, just a social plague turns this primitive competition into a material one. When we were in Georgia, they told us about their legendary king. David the Builder was known for having once led the country to an unprecedented blossoming, uniting all the Georgian lands (read: recaptured from neighbors). In addition to the talents of the manager and warrior, David was two meters by twenty centimeters tall and had almost a half-meter dagger. After mentioning the length of the dagger, everything finally falls into place. Go and argue with such a boss!
Now the times are not right. But one thing is for sure. The more a man has a car, the more suspicious.
Girls have other extremes. About the toilet ducklings did not joke only lazy. It seems, too, slowly. But still there are miracles.
For me, better than any test for the intelligence factor, this unfortunate little dog works, which some ladies carry with them everywhere. And in shopping centers, and in the SPA, and in Italy, and in vocational schools.
Of course, there are other signs. Artificially enlarged lips in the style of "my macho loves dumplings", the skirt is shorter than the blouse, the iPhone is in a case with strasses. But a dog in a clutch is for sure!
A separate story is the so-called phytony. Well, girls would simply lead a healthy lifestyle! What's wrong, you ask? But there are such ideological fighters with calories and idleness, when fitness takes frankly aggressive forms. Up to hatred for all fat and disagree. Judging by their pages in Instagram, they always go around tight in sports halls and drink smoothies. The photo is always maximized in profile (so the silhouette is thinner). In extreme cases - with an emphasis on the decollete or the priest, depending on what the mother-nature rewarded. These awards, by the way, have nothing to do with fitness, but depend on genetics. Anyway!
Vegetarians. And as the apogee of this direction of pathos, my favorite vegans. As they say, if you met a vegan and five minutes later did not find out that he was vegan, then he is not vegan. Agree, people who quietly eat what they want, somehow significantly less than those who wave their eating habits, as a banner.
Listen, it's really difficult for many people. To maintain the right image, you must always be in a trend. On the crest of the wave of pathos. Then you were a metrosexual, then let go of your beard, then ran a half marathon. It does not matter that only five kilometers and then you vomited. The main thing is selfi! Sneakers - by all means New Balance. The car is a must for BMW. It does not matter that she is 10 years old, something is knocking, coughing and dripping. The main thing - leather, molding, a large screen ... I bought my Louis Vuitton handbag for my girl. In Egypt. In the same place, where the perfume Chanel, yellow are.
Why this is all, you ask.
One of my kind friends formulated this phenomenon as follows. In Minsk, he said, there are no city residents. We are all either born in the village, or the children of those who were born in the village.
And in the village, who does not know, this is very important. What did you go to the club or to the wedding. And what people will say. Also that will think. My grandmother, when she was going to some event, even wearing holiday teeth.
Here we are. Not played enough yet. It is important for us what people will say. We go in brand clothes, go to rich cars, eat tasteless food in puffed restaurants and constantly want to go to Italy, although there is no money for it.
It seems to me that in Minsk any institution in the format "for the rich" will be a success. Even with prohibitive prices. We really like being an elite.
As the Dalai Lama said, this is the time when there is so much outside the window, but nothing in the room.
I'm sure that will pass. Our society, which has so long been deprived of luxury, has grown adulthood, appreciating crystal and carpets. We'll fumigate the fuagry, ride the "Mercedes", we run into the Labutenas. We will understand that it is not a gold watch that colors a person. And there must be culture, intellect, education between the muffler and the hat ... Interesting people live here! But we do not boast of that.
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