Scales

I suspect this post falls into the category of 'stream of consciousness' blogging, or 'things that remind you of other things that remind you of other things.'

Starting with:

A. The Single Woman.

I recently read Jill Reynolds' The Single Woman: A Discursive Investigation. It was quite interesting, although there weren't really enough (any) monsters or grotesques in it. Which is pretty much a requirement these days.

But it reminded me of:

B. Bridget Jones Diary.

Specifically, one of my favourite scenes in the film (along with the bit where Mr Darcy... er, that guy Mr Darcy is playing, wears the ugly jumper).

Smug Married: "Why is it there are so many unmarried women in their thirties these days, Bridget?"

Bridget: "Oh, I don't know. Suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes our entire bodies are covered in scales."

Which then reminded me of:

C. Species.

"Men cannot resist her. Mankind may not survive her."

"Beauty is only skin deep"

"Irresistible beauty. Unstoppable instincts."

Which made me think of:

D. Jennifer's Body.

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Which I haven't seen yet. It's on the list.

But that reminded me of:

E. Britain's Next Top Model.

Specifically the episode below, where the aspiring models are covered in blood for a horror themed photo shoot.




And all of the above surged into my head today while watching this:

F. Agatha Christie's Poirot.

I caught the end of an episode, where Poirot and Hastings are discussing the successful resolution of a case. The mystery was solved when Poirot revealed that two characters, the dowdy nurse and the stunning blond, were in fact the same person.

Hastings is deeply disconcerted. If a beautiful woman can make herself look drab, surely a drab woman could make herself look beautiful? Think of the ramifications! Poirot replies that this realisation is "the beginning of wisdom."

Et tu, Poirot?




Hmm.