…She went to Brazil.
When I was 15, with a mouth full of metal and the skinny awkwardness of that age I went on a school trip to Italy. Ever since I’ve wondered why parents, instead of spending thousands on counselling for their daughters’ low self image problems, don’t just take a family trip to a Mediterranean country. Having dozens of men approach merely to say “Thank you for being so beautiful”, was a pleasant boost to my self esteem and helped me forgive my ungainliness.
Brazil seems to have the same effect. Strolling the streets, minding their own business, girls are complimented and admired in a usually-not-creepy way. They’re told they’re beautiful, the stars are in their eyes, the heavens open wherever they go and shower blessings from the clouds. I wonder where they get some of this stuff – these guys can get pretty creative.
It might be shallow of me, but I think it’s rather nice.